Explanation: This is a story from Bella's point of view about Alice playing "Barbie Bella" to get her ready for Bella and Edward's wedding. It's really short, but i will post more chapters if i get positive reviews.

Disclamier: I am not Stephenie Meyer, So i don't own Twilight. (SADLY)

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1. Makeover

I kept my eyes closed tight as Alice towed me along. I didn't want to see it. Finally she stopped. "Okay, Bella, open your eyes!" I opened them slowly and groaned. We were in a huge bathroom, with hair products, body products, and makeup strewn across the counter. My wedding dress was on a mannequin in the corner. Ugh.

"Alice . . . " I moaned.

"Oh, come on, Bella, your getting married today!" Groan. Don't remind me. "Let's go!" she said excitedly. She dragged me to a chair in front of the sink, and dunked my head in the warm water. When she started washing my hair, I was surprised to see Rosalie come in to help her. They finished washing, and started to dry it.

When my hair was a big and poufy, Rosalie carefully put hot curlers in, while Alice put on mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick. When they pulled out the curlers, I could feel someone twist my hair up. I didn't know how long it took them to do all this. Maybe an hour or so? So I just sat there and tried not to think about anything. Unsuccessfully.

I am getting married today. I'm 18 years old and I'm getting married. That sounded weird to me, even in my own head.

"Okay, almost done . . . There. Perfect." I recognized Rosalie's voice.

"Oh, that looks perfect. Thanks Rose!" Alice sounded happy. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Alice came around the chair to face me. "We're done." She bat her long eyelashes and smiled really big. "Want to see?"

No, not really. But I wanted her to be happy. "Okay." She spun the chair around so I was facing a huge mirror. I had to admit, I did look kind of pretty.

My hair was twisted up in an elegant bun on the back of my head, with the curls coming down my neck and resting on my shoulder. My eyelashes were extremely long and dark, and my lips were a soft pink.

"Wow."

"Do you like it?"

"I do, Alice, thanks. You too, Rosalie."

"Yay!" Alice squealed and pulled me over to the wedding dress. It was white, with long lace sleeves and a V neck. The waist was extremely slim, and the skirt was big and poufy. It had little white flowers on it, and beads. It was pretty, but it was still a wedding dress. She helped me into it, while Rosalie found my shoes and veil. My shoes were white satin heels, tied on with silk bows. I put it all on and looked in the mirror again. Yikes.

"Bella?" I gladly turned away from the mirror to face Alice.

"Yeah?"

"We're going to get into our dresses, okay? We will be back in a minute."

"Okay."

Alice and Rosalie came back within a few minutes. They both looked really pretty. Alice had on her bridesmaid dress. It was light pink, with long sleeves and a slender waist. The skirt was layered, and long. She had on light pink heels, tied on with silk ribbons. Rosalie had on a white satin dress, with long sleeves and a V neck. The waist was tiny, and her skirt flowed to the floor in silky layers. Her hair was in soft curls. Alice handed me my bouquet. It was made up of white lilies and little green buds.

"Ready?" Alice asked. No, not at all.

"Okay." Gulp.

She led me to where I walk in. It looked like a horror movie. There were flowers and ribbons and silk everywhere. Everything was white or gold. Flower pedals were scattered along any flat surface. A long table with a white and gold tablecloth was to the side, with the huge wedding cake. It looked like it could be as tall as me, with white frosting flowers and beads of gold frosting. The crowd of people were wearing long, pretty dresses and stunning, black tuxedos. It included every person I know. I could see Mike and his family, the Webers with Angela, Ben, Conner, Tyler, and Eric, Jessica and Mrs. Stanley, Billy Black, and Charlie, Renee and Phil sitting with Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, and Emmett. The whole La Push gang was there, talking amongst themselves. Except for Jacob. The empty chair that was my best man's seemed to stand out. I shook the thought from my head.

The long white carpet stretched out in front of me to where I could see Edward standing. His beautiful, perfect face never failed to take my breath away. He was why I was doing this. He was why I let Alice treat me like a Barbie doll for the past 2 hours. Turns out, there is one thing I am excited about for this wedding. Marrying Edward was going to allow me to stay with him for eternity, beautiful, strong and immortal. I studied his perfect face. His eyes were warm butterscotch, lit up and happy. He was smiling, his white teeth glittering. He had on a black tuxedo, and it was striking against his pale skin.

Here we go. Uh oh. I just hope I don't trip.