I don't own twilight :(
Edwards POV
It has been 6 years Edward, get over it. That was the sentence I kept chanting in my head nonstop. It was for her own good she probably has gotten over me. It HAD been 6 years, 6 years is like one minute to a vampire but these years have dragged on like a century.
Alice and Rosalie had dragged us to the New York Fashion Week. She spent over $10,000 dollars on each person to get us all front row tickets. I was sitting next to Emma Watson apparently, the Harry Potter movie star…her thoughts were quite disturbing.
The music started, It had a hard beat that the models were able to strut to. The first model who walked out had long, dirty blonde hair which was structured into a low braid at the nape of her neck. Her face was plain, except for the startling shade of red that coated her lips. I heard Alice mentally gasping in her mind, apparently this was the new season of Gucci. A couple more models started to walk out, most of them had the same hair style and makeup. Alice suddenly had a vision,
A familiar face started to walk down the runway, her dark brown hair was up to her waist even with the sloppy plait that was at the nape of her neck. her eyes were a milk chocolate brown. She strutted down to the end, threw a pose and then started to walk back.
Alice and I threw a frantic glance to eachother. It couldn't be...Bella?
Thats when it happened, She walked down the incredibly long catwalk, She was wearing a beige strapless jumpsuit that went to her mid thigh. She was wearing strappy black heals also. Everybody in my family gasped, they all obviously reconised her. She looked over to us, and nearly stopped and gasped, but she regained her cool and continued walking, but her eyes didnt change from the suprised/happy/shocked look they held now.
We watched as more models walked past, nobody really paying attention. They were all still shocked from the unexpected happening.
Bella walked back on the runway, instead now she had a long flowing summer dress with a long spli tdown the middle and her plait had been undid, her now wavey hair ended at her hips. I also noticed that her left hand was clenched into a tight ball. When she passed us she unclenched her hand and a ball of paper fell out. I picked it up and read.
Meet me near the bar at the after party.
I passed the note to everyone in my family. The next time she came out was with all the other models clapping and smiling. I gave her a stiff nod.
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