Designed For Love


Author's Note: Hey guys, this is just an idea I've been rolling around in my head for awhile. Tell me what you think of it and I might continue it. But if I don't get any reviews then I'll just delete it. No harm done. We'll just see how it goes. So bear with me people. :)


-CHAPTER ONE-

'OUCH, CUT IT OUT, Alice,'I cried as my best friend tugged on a strand of my hair.

'Rosalie, nails!' I grunted as my other best friend Rosalie also swiped a piece of my hair but scratched me with her manicured nails in the process.

Alice sighed dramatically as she and Rosie continued to pull, plait and weave different pars of my hair. 'Bella, if you want to look presentable tonight, you need to shut up. Hasn't anyone ever told you the saying-'

'Beauty is pain?' Rosalie finished.

'Yes,' I retorted. 'And guess who said that? You guys, the ones who make me act like Bella Barbie every time a formal event comes up. You don't count.'

'On the contrary…' Alice contradicted with an evil twinkle in her eyes.

'On the contrary what?' I said warily.

Alice and Rosie shared a secretive gaze with each other.

'What?' I demanded impatiently.

'Nothing, nothing,' Alice said innocently as both girls went back to concentrating on my hair.

I sighed. If Alice decided not to say something, you'd have to pry her lips open with a workman's wrench, and threaten her with a day spent looking at car museums, which was a hobby shared by Rosie and I. The only person who would be able to get her to say something would have to be a mind reader.

'Where are we going again?' I asked to change the subject.

'The Victorian Royal. You know that big old building?' Rosie said at top speed.

'And…?' I said, dragging the word out. 'More information? Like, what's this function for?'

'Bella!' Rosie and Alice gasped at the same time, feigning shock.

'Please do not tell me that you have forgotten that Rose and I are going to model in one of Edward Masen's biggest fashion events of the year?' Alice asked.

'Uh…yeah, I kinda did,' I mumbled.

'And,' Rosie added, 'what's more, is that we are going to be modelling your own fashion brand. Geez, Bella, sometimes you astound me.'

'Yeah,' Alice agreed fervently. 'Who could forget that they are about to meet the Edward Masen who has agreed to model the clothes of your design. Bella, sometimes I think you are the strangest fashion designer. I mean, everything you wear and create looks fantastic but when it comes to catwalks or functions that require formal dresses and high heels, you run like the wind. Some people would go so far as to think that you hate popularity and wealth which is pretty much what's in every human being's nature.'

''They wouldn't be far off it,' I mumbled.

'Pardon?' Rosie said.

'Never mind,' I said more loudly.

'There, done,' Alice declared as she leant back to examine the elegant hairstyle that she and Rose had managed to create with my hair.

'Now, for the make-up,' she said and she and Rose swooped on me.

My make-up was done quickly, in about ten minutes. (Alice and Rosie had decided a long time ago that not much make-up looked the best on me. A more 'natural look' they called it.)

They both helped me into my outfit, a halter neck designer dress. It hung in drapes and ruffles on my figure and created a certain elegance. It was one of my own creations and even though I didn't make clothes specifically to fit me, I had to say, this dress suited me. Admittedly, though, I didn't especially like the ruffles but, hey, that's life.

'Aw, thanks guys,' I said, my bad temper gone. 'You're so sweet, this dress looks perfect.' I grinned at Alice and Rosie in the mirror who were looking over my shoulder, smiling back at me.

We all got along so well. We were roommates and had been friends since junior school. Like all normal friends, we'd had our arguments and our fights but we always got over them. We fit together perfectly-me as the fashion designer/creator of clothes, Rosie as the sexy mechanical and computer whiz and Alice as the perky pixie that kept everyone happy and kept good clothes in our wardrobes by her endless shopping trips. We lived in a penthouse in New York. What, with my pay salary and Rosie and Alice's modelling wages, we were not hard on cash. Far from it, in fact. Rosalie Hale and Alice Cullen were both well-known names in the modelling industry and I was one of the country's leading designers. All of our names were sought after for magazines and newspapers. Yet people were always surprised at the differences between our personalities and us. Most people would assume that I, as the fashion designer, would love to pick outfits and go out on a day-trip shopping but I didn't. Those characteristics were seen in Alice and Rosie. In fact, the part I loved about being a designer was the freedom and ability to design clothes. The rest of it, I didn't care about. I couldn't care less if Edward Masen, a worldwide, household known name like my clothes. I didn't care if he even saw them. I just loved the design process and new ideas.

The same was true for Rose who is absolutely stunning and has a gorgeous figure. Yet her hobbies include fixing cars and computers.

Whereas Alice is more of a what-you-see-is-what-you-see, sort of person. Nevertheless, you can never tell when her vibrant personality will bubble over.

I shook my head and brought myself back down to earth in time to see Alice and Rose throwing on some jeans and a top. They would get their hair, costumes and make-up done backstage whereas I would be left to fend for myself for about an hour and a half being asked stupid and silly questions by the backstage managers, make-up artists, assistants, etc.

'Come on, Bella,' Alice said, as she tugged me out the door, locking it behind her. 'We're gonna be late.'

We caught up with Rosie at the elevator and caught it down to the underground car park.

We managed to find Alice's bright yellow Porsche and got in. All of us liked speedy cars and Alice was no exception. We indulged ourselves when it came to cars.

We drove out onto the street and made our way slowly down the Parade, which was the street we lived on. It was a while until we got to the building where the catwalk was going to be performed because of the New York traffic.

A valet parker stepped forward to take the keys from Alice. I heard her whisper something to him threateningly about her car. I smiled. There were times when Alice could become very protective of her $175 000 car.

My smile soon turned into a grimace when I glanced up at the big building. I was in for a long night.


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