A/N: Links to Bella's, Alice's, and Rose's outfits are on my profile, as well as Garrett's amazing car and the song that Alice chooses on her CD. This was co-written with EdwardCorvin17. :)

BPOV

"Bonjour! Bienvenue à Paris!"

"Garrett!" I squealed in excitement. "Comment allez-vous?" I asked, experimenting with my newly learned French. After six months of a study-intensive course, I could understand the basics of the language that I was now immersing myself in.

"Très bien!" he beamed, just as glad to see me as I was him. "And how are you, ladies?" he asked, addressing my friends Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale. Garrett and I had grown up as neighbors. We had met Alice and Rosalie when we attended Cornell together. Being two years older than us, he had graduated when we were sophomores. We hadn't seen him since we helped him pack for his move to Paris three years ago to become more involved in the fashion industry.

"Garrett!" they shouted excitedly, running up to him from the baggage claim and throwing their arms around him. They jumped up and down energetically, somehow managing not to snap their three-inch heels off of their shoes.

"Now ladies, I don't want you messing up your gorgeous hair. And Alice, are those new Prada sandals? Très chic! I really must take you all shopping very soon!" Alice's white, green, and black halter dress and Rose's strapless dress made my simple shirt and skirt ensemble seem boring. The one thing in my outfit that Alice had insisted upon were my Prada shoes. "Plain shoes just aren't acceptable," she had dictated.

"Aw, you're so sweet, Garrett!" Rose cooed. "You look quite beautiful yourself," she complimented him with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Why thank you, my dear. Eleazer thinks so, too," he confided. Turning to me, he said, "You all don't want to spend all day in the airport, do you? Wouldn't you like to see your new home in person?"

"Yes!" we all three exclaimed simultaneously. About a year ago, Rose, Alice, and I had decided to put our degrees in business to use by buying a small but exclusive hotel and running it together. With a little help--okay, a lot of help--from our friends and family, we had found a small place in downtown Paris with a great view of the Eiffel Tower.

"You don't drive a Smart Car, do you?" I asked cautiously. I knew the amount of baggage that Alice had packed, as well as how many trunks that she was having shipped over separately.

"No, no, I am firmly attached to my Renault Mégane Coupé, my dear. Oooh, that's something else that you will need to shop for! I am so very excited that you decided to come and live in Paris! We'll have such fun shopping together!" Alice's eyes lit up at the thought of boutiques and brand-name cars. One person should not have so many vices.

I grabbed my two bags and followed Garrett as Rose and Alice found some help with their myriad of Louis Vuittion suitcases. "Careful with that; it costs more than a full day at a spa!" Rose snapped at the poor boy that had offered to help her. I suppose he deserved it, though, for I saw his eyes snap up from her chest to her eyes, then dart away in fear.

"Come along, come along," Garrett called from up ahead. "You have oh so much to do yet today!" We were quite lucky to have a guide, for it would have taken us over an hour just to exit the airport. As it was, we had to weave through the airport for a half hour before finding the exit closest to where Garrett had parked. In the distance, I could see a very busy highway.

"Uh...you can drive well, right?" I asked hesitantly. At that point, I vowed that I would never drive in Paris, perhaps not even in France at all.

"Of course! I am quite careful with my baby, here. I wouldn't do a thing to hurt her," he trailed off, caressing the door of his beautiful car. "Alrighty. Let's see if we can pack everything in here. Merci beaucoup," he said to the boy who had lugged Rose's bags to the car as he passed him some euros for his time. And for putting up with Rose.

"Oh. My. God. You drive that?" Alice demanded as she reached the car.

"Mmmhmmm." The smug look on his face said it all. "She's obviously no Chevy, that's for sure," he teased as he looked at me.

"Say what you will, but you ought to have some respect for my truck. It's old enough to be your fancy little car's grandfather," I retorted. I pushed my two bags into the back of the trunk, attempting to make enough space for Alice's and Rose's collection of designer bags. "Shotgun!" I called, running up to the front seat. Ah, the benefits of packing light.

"Could I pretty please dri--," Rose began, only to be cut off mid-verb by Garrett.

"No way! You should acclimate yourself to Parisian driving on something a little less...mine," he informed her. She pouted, but climbed obediently into the back seat with Alice without complaining. As Garrett started the car, Alice leaned up to me and passed me something--a CD.

"Put it in," she whispered. A quick glance at the CD did not reveal its contents; it was pure Alice-made. Warily, I slid it in to the CD slit. A few seconds later, unfamiliar French rock music filled the car. I glanced back at Alice in question. "I thought it was fitting," she shrugged. "Although he is Canadian. And extremely hot..." her voice trailed off as her eyes became unfocused as if daydreaming. Rolling my eyes, I looked out the window.

Twenty minutes later, we had pulled off the autoroute and were pulling into the outskirts of Paris. "Just a few more minutes, ladies, and you will be home," said Garrett. Not five minutes had passed before he spoke again. "Welcome to the seventh arrondissement or the seven district of Paris, home to the Eiffel Tower, as well as casa Alice, Rose, and Bella. Here you go!" Just then, Garrett pulled over and parked in front of our new home.

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