They all know what I intend to do. They’ve all made their feelings known on it.

Esme with quiet support and understanding.

Carlisle trying to talk me out of it.

Edward… just looks at me.

After Esme and Carlisle have gone hunting, I ask Edward, “Why have you not told them? I know you know… about…”

If I could still blush, I would.

Edward stares at me for a long moment. “It’s not my secret to share, Rosalie. I… understand why you’re doing this,” he waves at the dress and then continues, “I’ll not stop you. I won’t help either.”