Edward wears Prada?
 As we turned down the long road that would lead to Edward's house, I heard what could only be described as an earthquake. Or what I assume an earthquake would sound like. Edward clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Do I want to know?" I asked him, tentatively.

"It's those idiot brothers of mine," he spat out, his topaz eyes turning onyx with fury.

We got out of the car and headed up to the house. Before we reached the porch, Edward turned around, a wild, crazy expression on his face. He put his hands on my shoulder and looked into my eyes.

"Promise me that you will not listen to one word my family utters today."

My heart began to race. "What is it Edward?" I started to think of all of the things that could possibly be wrong. Maybe the Volturi were coming back early, maybe Jake and the pack decided to start a war, maybe the florist had made a mistake about the flower arrangements... I shuddered just thinking about Alice's wrath when the baker didn't send the full selection of cake samples.

"Breathe, Bella. Everything is fine," he managed to say between clenched teeth. "Just promise."

I blinked a time or two. "Fine, I promise." I muttered. Damn vampire dazzling skills.

Alice was waiting for us in the entry hall, her arms folded across her chest, her foot tapping so fast I could barely see it.

"Bella," she warned. "You were supposed to be here thirty seconds ago. We've lost precious wedding planning time. If there is still going to be a wedding, that is," she added with a sly smile.

Edward let out a hiss of words, and before I understood what was even happening I was in his room, sitting on the black couch.

The entire house was vibrating with laughter. In between the laughter, I heard muffled words.

"I always knew it!"

"No wonder he won't give it up."

"Does Edward really wear Prada?"

Edward's hands were clenched into fists at his side. Without any warning, the door to his bedroom opened and Emmett and Jasper fell in, laughing hysterically. Jasper was pushing a laptop into Edward's face.

Edward did not say a word to Jasper or Emmett. He grabbed the laptop and broke it in half and chased the boys out of the room.

Dazed, I went back downstairs to find Alice. She was laughing as well.

"Can somebody please fill the human in?" I asked, irritated to clearly be the only one not in the know.

"Apparently, some people on the internet believe Edward wears Prada," she said with emphasis on the last word.

I was still confused. "Alice, what is that supposed to mean?" I asked her.

Edward appeared in the doorway with a murderous look on his face.

"It means," he said, glaring at Alice. "that we are finished with the wedding plans for today."

Alice stomped her foot and glared right back at Edward. "No way, Edward Cullen. We have important things to do!" she screeched.

"Why don't we let Bella be the judge of that, shall we?" Edward said, turning to me. He smiled my favorite crooked smile and pressed his lips gently against mine. "Would you rather stay here with Alice or go to the meadow with me where we will be completely alone?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Sooner than I would have liked, Edward pulled away.

"Meadow," I gasped breathlessly.

Edward flashed a smug smile to Alice, and we headed to the front door.

"Wait!" I said. "Is it true? Do you wear Prada?"

Alice opened her mouth to answer for Edward, but Edward was faster. He threw me over his shoulder and bolted out the door.

What was I marrying into?