Prologue
Rosalie's parties were always the biggest and most bad ass raves you'd ever see in your entire life. She's had certain celebrities show up, coming from God knows where, to get in. Like Rosalie gives a flying fuck about them though. She's Fork's own little celebrity. Ever since Hugh Heffner has begged her to be his centerfold, the whole town falls down to her feet just to place kisses on them in hopes of being her best friend.
Too bad that job is taken by me - Rosalie's second hand. Beta to her Alpha if you will.
Forks is one seriously diluted place. In most small towns the beautiful blonde that gets offered over a million dollars to strip naked in front of a camera would be called, oh I don't know; a ho, a slut, a whore. But no - here, that's like Bill Gates offering you his entire company without you ever having to do a thing.
It's not like she'd ever do it anyway. Pose nude that is. There's a little secret about Rosalie that she doesn't dare tell anyone else besides me. I'd get my fucking ass busted if she ever found out that anyone else knew, but Rosalie is the biggest prude I've ever met, besides myself of course.
She plays the nymph card all the time, but when a guy becomes to friendly, she makes up an excuse. Any excuse. And when she can't think of anymore, she tells me to write up some new ones.
Centerfold material my ass.
And even though Rosalie Lillian Hale is my best friend - I couldn't hate her more if I tried.
This is Rosalie's world and everyone else is just living in it. Including me.
Little, old, Alice Brandon.
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Trivia : The title of the story Alice's name meaning. Mary- Bitter; Alice - Truth