Rosalie smiled wickedly as she handed over her credit card.
She was on a shopping spree in Paris for Fashion Week and had been trying to find the perfect thing to wear for Emmett when she got home. No doubt he would want to welcome her properly. Of course after visiting store after store full of lingerie and never finding anything worth a second glance (you really need Italy for the finer detailed garments) she had started to lose hope in the designer names.
Just as she was ready to commission the perfect piece of her own design she had found it.
Floor length and fabulous, complete with a muff. Emmett would literally go wild for her new bear-fur coat.