I know it's short; sorry. Deal with it ;D Okay, so I'm going out of town this week, starting Tuesday and ending Sunday or something, so I won't be posting on this til I get back, as I'm going to try and post on Bella's Thirst which desperately needs updating, and The Kiss tomorrow before I go. Sorry it's been so long, lots of excuses that don't change the fact that I didn't update. The ponit is I have my reasons and I'm not giving them out.
Bella's Point of View
I sighed dramatically as I walked into the mall, Alice attached to my arm.
"Come on!" she squealed before taking off, dragging me behind her as I stumbled to keep on my feet. Dragging me into a store, she let go of my hand to start flinging clothes at me almost too fast to remain unsuspicious.
"Does it matter what I get? Edward won't be surprised. He'll see in your head what I'm getting, or you'll have a vision and he'll see," I protested before skirt flew and hit me in the head. "Alice!"
"Sorry. And don't worry. Edward won't be going in my head any time soon. Trust me." I glanced at her suspiciously.
"What did you do?"
"Oh, nothing. I just let him know that I wasn't unopposed to sharing with you a few details I happened to procure about Edward's future." The heap was growing higher in my arms, and I pretended to sag under the weight for the benefit of the workers in the store, who were staring.
"What did you find out?" I asked curiously. Alice gave me a knowing smirk.
"If I told you, I wouldn't have any leverage on Edward." Then she lead me to the dressing rooms, demanding to see everything
There were so many outfits to try on, it took forever. However, they weren't the typical Alice costumes. They were nicer, dressier, almost, but still casual in a way. One included a knee-length skirt out of a soft black material that flowed when I moved and when with a solid, dark-blue ribbed shirt that had buttons to halfway down the shirt. Alice rejected that one after making me walk in the six inch heels she'd found. "It didn't look right." That's what she said. Several dress were also rejected, including a fancy red one that was very short and a black and white cocktail-type dress. The dark, nice jeans that I tried on were too large, and so Alice traded in for smaller sizes, but those were too large as well. She gave up on pants, and led me to another store; not until after buying the red dress, however.
"It might come in handy," she said with a wink as she pulled me into the store next to the first. The process was then repeated until Alice stopped me, and smile playing on her lips.
"Perfect," she mouthed to herself.
It was a dress, a spaghetti strap dress. It was a kind of v-neck, thin white string-type straps, with a white "body" for the dress and black, green, and pale yellow pattern. The pattern was of simple, oval-ish leaves, connected by simple black lines. A thick black bow of a certain fabric I didn't know the name of was tied around it right underneath the chest-line. However, the bow was so thick that it extended almost to my waist. Underneath the bow, the fabric flowed in an outward direction just a little, until at the bottom, which was a little above the knee, another strip of fabric of the same material as the bow was sewn on.
Alice then took me to a store that had a whole bunch of accessories. She quickly selected some black donut earrings, plastic and very "in" according to her. She also grabbed a matching necklace of big, black beads. The shoes were kept simple (I was finally able to exert my will over hers in shopping, refusing the four inch stilettoes she had been insisting on) in classic black ballet flats.
"Good!" she announced after grabbing the bags of stuff. "Time for hair." Hair? Oh, no.
"I though you did my hair," I said in confusion when she stopped me at a hair salon.
"Not today!" she announced.
"Alice," I warned, and she turned to look at me with innocent eyes. "I'm NOT getting my hair cut." I could see right though her schemes and into her mind, literally. She pouted.
"Why not!" she complained. "Just a couple inches or something?" she asked hopefully. I pretended to consider, then grinned.
"Okay!" Alice squealed. "If you shave your head." Alice looked horrified.
"See? I'm going to have to live for forever with my hair Alice!" I told her, then flushed when I saw that several humans had turned to look at me strangely. "I mean... six months or so before it grows back... that is forever!"
"Fine," Alice pouted again, and pulled me in there. "Well, you're getting your hair styled, at least."
Alice squealed when she saw me , hair done. "Edward is gonna freak when he sees you!" she exclaimed. I smiled, and she dragged me to get a french manicure and peticure. After I was forced to endure the nail salon, Alice proceeded to lug me back to the house to do my make-up. Green tones to bring out my eyes and accentuate the dress, she told me as she lightly brush the eyeshadow across my eyes after making a thin line with the dark brown liner. Mascara followed, then the red, but not blood-red, lipstick. Then she made me put on the dress, stepping back to admire her work.
"Well, it looks nice if I do say so myself." Turning I looked in the mirror, looking at myself. Bending closer, I peered at my reflection before pulling away.
"Thanks, Alice," I told her, knowing that's what she wanted to hear. And because I did look great, thanks to Alice's work Checking her watch, Alice gasped and pulled me out of her huge bathroom.
"Gosh, time flies when you're having fun!" she exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes at the hours that had dragged past. Depositing me at the top of the stairs, Alice stepped around the corner to give us 'privacy' while she peeked around at us.
I started walking down the steps as I cleared my throat.
"Edward?" He turned around, and I watched as his expression changed.
Ha, you don't get to see his reaction XP
Pictures of Bella's outfit are on my profile. I purposefully didn't put in the description very well so you can see it from Edward's Point of View, not Bella. However, the pics are still on my profile.
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