A/N: I own nothing. Id like to thank the AWESOME Stephenie Meyer fro introducing us to the family we would all DIE for to become apart of.

This is my first FF. I just had an idea and ran with it. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

APOV

"NO NO NO! I said Crimson, NOT Cranberry. The trim is supposed to be CRIM-SON! I swear if Angela Weber calls me one more with an issue with her wedding dress you will be sorry." I yelled as i slammed my cell phone shut.

Now i know that world of fashion has it ups and downs but DANG! It never ceases to amaze me how thick-headed people can be. Dont get me wrong though, I love working at Cullen Couture. It has been my life long dream but i really dont see how Esme does it.

To calm down I decided to play my Cosmo-Make Over game. I had just selected the perfect Tawny foundation and Sultry blush to my model when i hear a knock at my office door. "YES, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I shouted. I didnt mean it to sound so harsh, it just kind of came out that way. When i looked up to see who it was my mouth dropped and i could feel the tears begin to well up. WHY WHY WHY did Esme Cullen, my boss, my idol, mentor, goddess and reason for breathing have to be the poor soul to stop by after that heated phone call.

"Oh Alice, Im sorry. Did i catch you at a bad time?" She asked.

I was dumbfounded. "Oh no Esme. Im so sorry, I didnt mean to sound so rude. Oh my gosh, I am so so sorry." I could feel my heart getting ready to explode.

"Alice honey calm down. you are going to give your self an aneurysm." She chuckled. "I figured you were upset. I over heard your performance down the hall. I just wanted to know if you could stop by my office before you leave for the weekend. I'd like to talk about your future here at Cullen Couture."

Uh-oh!

"Umm. Yes that fine. I'll be there shortly." I said faltering every word. I knew i should have just nodded. What could this be about?

Was she upset over the way i berated the poor girl from David's Bridal just a few moments ago?

Am i getting fired?...NO..This cant be happening. I wont let it. I have worked too hard and too long to be canned.

After venting to myself I finished my virtual make over, got my things together and headed to her office.

I was somewhat level headed as i reached the end of the hall. That is until i saw her. My arch-enemy, my nemeses, the root of all evil here at Cullen Couture. She walked out of Esme's office and flashed my her fake pearly white verniers smile. It went well with her surgically enhanced figure and over processed blond hair. I promised myself on all things holy in the world of Egyptian Cotton and Organza that i would never ever be like her. Her smile quickly faded when she saw where i was headed. If looks could kill I would be dead. Because we were with in earshot of Esme's office she tried to be polite but i could tell there was venom behind her words.

"Hello Al-ice." She spat.

With as much common courtesy i could muster i could only nod in acknowledgement and say the name i hated the most in reply.

"Tanya."

I kept my eyes forward as i reached Esme's door. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders and hoped an prayed to the Gucci gods that what ever happen now i was ready for. I knocked on the door as i ever so slowly peeked my head in.

"Yes Esme. you wanted to see me."

"Oh yes Ms. Brandon-"

CRAP. she used my last name. This cant be good.

"-Have a seat. We have a dire matter that needs to be discussed." Esme said.

With a million and one things running through my head, the only thing i could silently whisper was...OH NO!

Dont ya love a good Cliffy...Ch 2 is outlined and ready to write. i have it all in my head. Please review.