Alice was right: the shopping trip was normal; I couldn't find any 'surprise' about it. I stood patiently behind her as she skimmed through the clothes' rack, letting my mind wander elsewhere. . ."Emerald green or dark blue?" asked Alice, yet her voice was distant and foggy. "Bella?" she spoke a little louder, I looked at her then.

She was holding two very elegant dresses; I simply looked at her. "Emerald green or dark blue?" she repeated with a little bite to her voice. I thought for a moment. "The green one." I decided. She tilted her head in consideration, observing the dresses she held, and then smirked. "I'll just get both." she said. I sighed. "Whatever you want to do." I told her distractingly.

"I'd say that you hate shopping, but that would ruin my mood." she teased darkly. I couldn't help but laugh a little. "I wouldn't want to do that, now would I?" I added sardonically, earning a scowl from Alice. I just smiled crookedly, giving the innocent look a try; she smiled. -

"Alice, I'm going to kill you!" I warned with a glare, looking at myself in the flip mirror. "I'm not a Barbie you can play dress-up with." I groaned. "You look amazing, though!" she exclaimed. I grumbled.

I was wearing the dark blue dress, it fit my body snugly and reached just above my knees; the V-neck shaped line - as Alice put it - showed just enough. The strapped heels matched the color of the dress and my hair flowed in loose waves. "Edward is going to die when he sees you," she squealed. "figuratively." she added, for I had simply stared at her.

I greeted Edward downstairs, with his family ogling over my dress. "You look lovely." Esme cooed; Emmett had whispered something in Edward's ear, too sensitive for my human hearing, though not a moment later he received glares from Edward, and Rosalie. "So, what's the surprise?" I asked him, after telling everyone goodbye. "That would ruin the surprise, now wouldn't it?" he smirked, opening the passenger door for me to his Volvo. I sighed and climbed into the car, the sound of the door shutting startling me a bit. I hate surprises.

We drove awhile. I had no idea where we were going. I just enjoyed the car ride as he hummed to the music on the radio.

Finally the car had stopped, he cut the engine. As I stepped out, he took my hand. It was dark save for a few glimmers of dim light a few feet away where there was a blanket surrounded by candles placed in the sand. "La Push?" I wondered aloud, raising a brow.

"No," he chuckled. "Seattle."

I nodded, surprised. He smiled and led the way to the blanket. "This is nice, Edward," I sat down with my legs to my side. "Thank you, for bringing me here."

He'd sat next to me. "No problem, cupcake." he said with a playful smirk. I froze for a second. "Cupcake?" I laughed; Edward has never called me that. "Yeah," he replied. "My sugar plum."

I simply looked at him. "Where is Edward and what have you done with him?" I teased. His cool fingers traced my jaw. "Nothing, my love. Nothing, my Beverly."

"Bella." I corrected at once. He raised a brow, lifting his cheek in a crooked grin. "Bella?"