"Wake up Bella, we need to go shopping!" Alice woke me from my nap gently poking my arm.
I groaned, "Go away you little pixie." I shooed Alice with my right hand.
I scowled. "Esme, Rose, and I need to make you look pretty for Edward at tonight's dinner." I swallowed, Oh boy, let the torture begin. Alice passed me a pair of mittens. I breathed a sigh of relief as I slipped them on; hopefully Alice wouldn't notice the slight bump on my left hand. She handed me a silver box, its contents were a pair of dark wash jeans, and a large puffy winter jacket.
She towed me downstairs, leaving me a few minutes to prepare.
12:15 pm
I winced, realizing that my personal fashion designer would play dress up with me for hours.
Rosalie was riding shotgun, Esme in the back seat, waiting patiently for us. The tires screamed as it flew down the road into Port Angeles. We arrived at a large store. All three of them shoved me into Victoria's Secrets, the pink version of hell.
"Take off your mittens, Bella; it's not even cold in here." Rosalie urged, taking hers off. I shook my head feverishly. Next second, Alice had my left mitten captive in her hand.
"My, my, Bella, that's a rather large rock on your finger."
Aw, crap.