I can't say that I'm not used to being hounded by the paparazzi.

I may not have much fame of my own, but the people loved to follow me around because I planned so many celebrity weddings.

The paparazzi were constantly following me and asking me questions about the plans for whichever wedding was the hot topic, whenever I was revealed as the wedding planner. After the announcement were made, I could barely go to my favourite bakery to get myself some cheesecake on a whim, without having someone shove a camera in my face and ask if the bakery was doing the cake for the wedding.

Dealing with and avoiding paparazzi had become part of the job, but ever since Aiden and Caroline's engagement was announced and it was mentioned that I was the wedding planner, I had suddenly, overnight, become a hot commodity.

I scratched my brow and ticked the last item off of the list that I had made for that day's wedding. It had been a complete success and now, the hotel staff was clearing out the hall.

I checked my watch. It was extremely late, but not unexpected when weddings began in the evening. There was a lull in the hotel as I stood outside, going through the list of things I needed to do.

I took off my shoes and walked towards the dressing room that had been reserved for the wedding, when I heard a commotion. There was a hoard of paparazzi standing outside the glass door that lead to the main atrium and all of them seemed to be screaming my name.

I stood there, horrified for a moment as their flashes went off.

"Oh God," I could hear myself say involuntarily as the crowd came towards the doors.

Without thinking or looking back, I took off in the opposite direction, past the dressing room to find myself somewhere I could hide out.

"Rosalie! Rosalie Darling!" I could hear voices practically screaming at me, as I ran down the hallways.

"Ms. Darling, we would like to ask you some questions about the Carlisle-Baxter wedding!"

I felt like they were getting closer. I turned my head as I ran and saw the reporters gaining on me and I hoped they would get detained by the hotel staff.

I turned around and looked at where I was going, just in time to barely escape crashing into the side of an archway, but sliding and falling to my knees. My shoes fell out of my hands and I let out an aggravated noise.

"Rosalie?" a voice said, from above me.

My stomach dropped, as I assumed it was a reporter. I turned to look who it was.

Aiden Carlisle stood, peering down at me, with a slightly confused expression on his face, wearing a smart, dark grey three-piece suit.

"Aiden," I gasped for breath, trying to push myself to my feet.

Aiden's head snapped in the opposite direction when he heard my name being shouted. Realization dawned on his face immediately and he leaned down and pulled me to my feet.

"Down the hall, quickly," he commanded to me, pointing to a corridor and picking up my shoes off the ground.

He followed me down the hall and quickly pulled me in through a door that sat on the left.

The door opened to reveal a small green room that had a sofa set, a gleaming desk and a TV mounted on the wall.

Once inside, Aiden closed and locked the door.

"You might have to stay here and wait it out," he told me, standing against the door.

"What is this room?" I asked him.

"The green room we got when we booked the gala hall at the end of the corridor," he said to me, "We're hosting a small charity dinner. Make yourself comfortable."

"I'm really so sorry to cause you any trouble," I began, but Aiden held up his hand, with a smile.

"It's fine, really. I walked out of there because I need a breath," he told me, with a laugh, "And I think I should be the one apologizing to you."

I sat down on the arm of the sofa and looked at him. "Why?"

The pointed to the door. "The paparazzi chasing you down hotel corridors screaming your name. It's probably because of our engagement announcement, isn't it?"

"Oh," I sighed, dropping my clipboard on to the coffee table and relaxing my shoulders, "Don't worry about it. I'm used to it."

"This happens often?"

Aiden still hadn't moved from the door.

"Well, maybe not so many people, but it's definitely not uncommon when a wedding is announced. People want to know everything, especially about such a high-profile wedding," I said.

"People are really desperate, huh?" he joked.

I laughed thinking of all the times I had left my house looking like someone who lived in the sewers so that none of the paparazzi gave me a second look.

"They really are," I agreed with him, "I mean, there was this one time when I was trying to go for one of my friend's housewarming parties, so I went into a lifestyle store to pick out something nice for her and a cameraman followed me in there and asked if that's where the couple had registered for their wedding gifts."

Aiden chuckled. He took his hand off the doorknob and took a few steps into the room. He walked over to a small table that stood in a corner, with a silver serving stand on it. He brought it over to me. "Chocolate?" he offered.

When I hesitated, he picked one up and popped it into his mouth. "They're my favourites," he told me, smiling down at me.

I smiled back and took one. He put the tray down on the table and sat down to my right, facing me. I got up from the arm of the chair and plopped myself down into the chair, letting my head fall back.

"Long day?" Aiden asked, his deep voice filling the silence.

I raised my head to look at him. The lights in the room shone down on his hazel eyes, brightening them. By the way his shoulders were slouched, I could tell he was tired, but his eyes didn't show it. They were as bright as they were in broad daylight. Stubble had made an appearance on his jaw, outlining the sharpness of his jawline.

I shook my head, trying to stop myself from thinking how attractive someone else's fiancé was.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Night time weddings always make for long days."

"Maybe Caroline and I should get married during the day, then," Aiden said, smirking.

I felt my eyes widen as I shook my head. "Oh no! I love weddings, no matter what time they are. Both of you should decide what time you get married. Please don't make me any factor in it. As long as I can give you both a wedding you will love, I'll be happy."

"Both of us?" he asked, "Like I get a say in the wedding?" He was smirking, one of his thick eyebrows raised.

"Well, sure," I shrugged, smirking back at him, "You can pick the booze and the gifts for the groomsmen."

Aiden laughed. "I guess I should get started, then," he joked.

Then, he relapsed into pensive silence, his playful smile disappearing.

"Are the grooms usually as enthusiastic as the brides about the weddings?" he asked, after a few moments. He rested his arm on the arm of the chair.

"Everyone is different." I answered, "Sometimes the bride is excited, sometimes the groom is excited. Sometimes one of the grooms are excited, sometimes one of the brides are excited. Sometimes, both of them are excited and sometimes both of them are clueless and just want some help. It really depends on the person."

"And all of them want to get married?"

I frowned. "Well, when you come to a wedding planner, I assume you do want to get married."

I wondered if that was a strange question, but I decided not to read into it because it wasn't really any of my business.

"Of course," Aiden said, quickly, nodding.

I got up from my chair. "I should go. I'm sure the frenzy has died down now," I said.

Aiden got up, making me need to look up at him. "I'm sure you're safe now. Do you need a ride home?"

"Oh, no," I told him, walking to the door, "I can drive myself."

Aiden came over and unlocked the door, holding it open for me.

"Thank you so much for saving me, Aiden," I said, gratefully, smiling at him, "I really appreciate it."

We both stepped out and he closed the door behind him.

"Don't mention it," he said, "If something happened to you, how would Caroline have her dream wedding, huh?" He pumped his eyebrows. "Goodnight, Rosalie."

He walked away, in the direction of his charity dinner, making me wonder why he referred to it as Caroline's wedding.