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The rest of the night was just as I envisioned – pure hell.

Edward actually introduced me as Bella Swan. Thankfully, he did it quietly, but I still wanted to smack him. Why the hell was he letting this…this…this Rosalie (what kind of name was that, anyway?) know who I was? We had an understanding. No one let out the secret of who I am when we go out. Ever. He then, after seeing the shock on my face, went on to quickly explain that he did it because Rosalie was going to be joining our little group as his new art agent.

Well fuck. Ding dong the witch's heart is dead. I'm pretty sure that my heart just broke. I turned my head away from the blonde witch-bitch and I noticed that Alice was looking oddly at me, which made me wonder if they had actually heard it break. God knows I could feel it cracking apart piece by piece in my chest. The pain choking me.

I mean, surely it wasn't just me. Anyone with a brain could see that Rosalie was after Edward. And let's be logical here, I'd had how many years to win his heart? This was definitely the water to my witch. I should just break out in a crazy ass cackle and exit stage left.

It probably would have gone better if I had. But, stupid me, I stayed. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

As the next twenty minutes progressed, several things were glaringly apparent: Rosalie, the art agent, was sweet to Alice; flirty with Edward; and a first class (some one with a French manicure like hers couldn't be considered less than first class in my opinion) bitch to me. Even Alice gave me several surprised looks whenever Rosalie actually bothered to respond to me.

"So, Rosalie," I politely asked, "What galleries do you have lined up for Edward's art?"

"The important ones," she curtly responded.

Well then. And you want to know the bitch of it all? Edward freaking laughed at her response, which made her go all gooey eyed at him and giggle. Gag. Me. With. A. Spoon. Blegh.

Thankfully, Jasper's band soon took the stage and I could revel in Rosalie's silence. I caught Edward's eye a few times, but, for the most part, he seemed to focus on Rosalie. About fifteen minutes into Jasper's set, and, to my utter horror, I saw Edward grab Rosalie's hand under the table and rub circles on the back of her hand. No flipping way. That was something he did with me. ME! It was our thing, wasn't it? I felt tears coming on – again. God, I hated weepy women. What the hell is wrong with me?

I needed to clear my head. Pushing back from the table, I turned my head and gave Alice what I hoped was a significant, self-explanatory look. She seemed to understand because she gave me a slight nod followed by the pitiful look that I was becoming far too accustomed to. I so didn't need that look.

Taking my time in the bathroom, I checked my wig (only a slight adjustment needed), my lipstick (a little more color never hurt anyone, right?), and dried my eyes. Man, it was to the point that I wondered if my monthly pal was about to visit for a few days. When I got home, I was definitely checking the calendar.

Walking back to the table, I stopped briefly to look at the scene before me. Edward, as always, was breathtaking. His hair, an unusual mixture of reds and browns, was flying in all different directions. I shuddered in absolute horror when I saw that the…the…fucking art agent bitch had her hands in my Ed…in his hair. I had to physically stop myself from running over there and smacking her pretty face up by clenching and unclenching my fists. How dare she touch him – his hair! How dare she? Ugh, and it just kept getting worse. I wanted to fucking scream at her when she threw her head back and laughed incessantly at something he said. Could she be anymore obvious? I took a deep breath before I lost my f'ing cookies.

Just as I was about to continue my return to our table, Alice said something that looked intense. She was holding Edward's gaze; he was returning her gaze just as intensely. He murmured something back and the look of shock on Alice's face was almost humorous. She didn't reply, but her gaze moved to Rosalie. Rosalie gave her a polite smile and then stared directly at me – with a smirk firmly in place. That caused everyone else to turn their gaze my way. Great. I took another deep breath. Seriously – this night was for shit.

As I approached our table, Alice caught my gaze, gave me an interesting look, and rolled her eyes.

"Eddie," Rosalie purred, "Would you mind taking me home? It is getting late and I need to get up early and make a few phone calls to Europe."

Edward, polite as always, agreed to take her home, gave me a very unsatisfactory goodbye, waved to Alice, and helped Rosalie to her feet.

"Will I see you later on?" I asked, not quite sure if I really wanted the answer.

"Umm, I'm not sure," Edward responded, as Rosalie gave her own response.

"Not if I can help it," Rosalie stated emphatically.

Edward turned surprised eyes to Rosalie, laughed, and gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek. Rosalie comically batted her eyelashes, crinkled her nose (a nose that I was currently considering punching) and grinned at him.

"Ready?" she asked before I could say anything more. That said, she hooked her arm to his and pulled him away.

Well fuck, that was Hurricane Rosalie and I was just blown off at 100 miles per hour.

I turned my gaze to Alice, but she refused to look at me. Again, before I could say more (this just wasn't my night), Jasper arrived and had her full attention. Knowing I just needed to go home I stood up to leave.

"Before you go," Alice said, "I think you might want to consider – strongly – what I said earlier. TELL HIM."

I gave her a glare, told her that I would see her in the morning before I left for vacation, and walked out the back door to my waiting car.

What the hell had just happened to my life?

The next morning was no better. I realized that Edward had indeed stayed away – not even a phone call or text. I was beside myself with jealousy. I also wanted to scratch a certain person's eyes out. Meow.

I left for Alice's office on time and, believe it or not, actually arrived five minutes early. To my surprise, Edward was there. And he was arguing with Alice.

Weird. In all the years that I had known them, I had never seen Edward and Alice argue over anything. I pushed open the door to the plush office and was instantly noticed by Alice. She gave Edward a meaningful glance towards me and they both got quiet.

I arched my eyebrow in a silent question, but it was ignored.

"Wow!" Alice exclaimed, "Someone must be impatient to go on vacation. I don't think you've ever been early to one of our meetings."

I shrugged. I had been impatient to go on vacation, but I was thinking that maybe Edward wasn't going to go with me now, so I had lost some of my excitement. Hell, I'd lost almost all of it.

"Come on, Bella," Edward said with a slight smile, "We've been planning this for almost three months. I thought you were excited about this?"

"You're still going?" I asked, surprise lacing my tone.

"Ummm, yeah," he replied, giving me an incredibly odd look; his eyes questioning me.

"I just figured that you would be too busy preparing for all your upcoming shows," I replied with another shrug.

"Oh," Edward said with a smile, "I took care of that yesterday and made arrangements for Rosalie to join us."

What…the…fuck. This better be a joke, a big fucking joke.

No, not a joke – one look at his happy face confirmed that. I looked to Alice, who turned to Edward.

"Ummm, shouldn't you have asked Bella first?"

"Why? It's my vacation, too. Can't I invite someone? You don't mind, do you, Bella?"

My mother, Renee, had always taught me that if you can't say something nice, say nothing at all. I took it one step further. I turned and walked out the glass doors that I had entered barely five minutes before.

As the doors closed behind me, I heard two raised voices – Edward's and Alice's. I was too hurt to really catch what they were saying. I just needed to get the hell out of here.

Sliding into the back of my car, I asked Jacob, my driver, to please drive me to the airport. There was no way in hell that I was going on vacation with Agent Bitch. So, quickly, I decided to go to the airport, buy an updated plane ticket, and just head to my house in North Carolina. Hopefully, by the time everyone else was in Treasure Cay, they wouldn't care that I hadn't joined them and I could sort my thoughts out.

As we pulled away from the building, Jacob asked me if I needed anything. Stupidly, I asked him if he had a shoulder I could cry on. He smiled and assured me that his shoulders were sturdy and available. I smiled and asked him to join me in North Carolina.

Apparently, I was committed to fucking up my life. Royally fucking it up.

TBC…