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Edward:

Bells is freaking out. I can see it on her face and I feel like a piece of shit for making her feel this way. What kind of man is so intimidated by his own mother, that he can't tell her that he's in a relationship with an incredible woman? I should have called Mom as soon as Bella and I got serious. I should have told her that I've met someone.

Will Mom like Bella? That is highly unlikely.

Dad? The poor guy won't say a word even if he does approve of her. After twenty six years of marriage to Esme Masen, Carlisle Cullen is a whipped man.

In the courtroom, he's a man to be frightened of. He never loses his cases. He's great at what he does. Though when it comes to his wife, that's a completely different story.

Bella:

Edward offers me a crooked smile. "It'll be OK", he says. "Don't worry about it, baby."

That being said, he leans down to press his lips against mine and then leaves my apartment to head to the airport with Emmett.

His parents plan to settle in their hotel and this evening, they've made reservations for dinner at some restaurant. Its Mrs. Cullen's way of catching up on what her sons are doing.

I'll be meeting them.

I've got hardly any time to get ready. My hair hasn't been brushed. I'm in a pair of tattered sweats and one of Edward's over sized shirts.

He loves to see me in his things and I have to admit I love wearing his clothing.

But for now, I have to make some changes. I need to get prepared.

I need help.

I need someone who's good at putting together outfits and choosing matching accessories.

I need someone with an unbiased opinion.

Someone who is...

I need Rosalie.

I dial her number and beg her to come over.

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