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Chapter 3 – Nightmare

As Alice turned me to face the mirror, in order to inspect the outcome of this 'Bella Barbie' session, I noticed that I looked almost as dressed up as I had for prom.

"Do you like your hair?" Alice questioned me in a sisterly way. As I looked back into the mirror I was shocked to find that I actually did like it. The front was tied back into a bun, with the rest o f my hair, and random bits from the bun, were in perfect curls. I sighed. I really, really liked it.

"Oh my god. You don't like it?" Rosalie now chirped in. "Because that…" I cut her off before either of them jumped to conclusions.

"No, really, I love it! It's just that now you'll do it all the time, and anyway, what is all this," I motioned to my hair and make up. "For?" They both exchanged a glance.

"Well Bella, as your Fiancées sister, best friend, maid of honour, wedding planner…" Alice was counting them out on her fingers. In an attempt to make her continue, I loudly cleared my throat. It worked, but not before she could jokingly glare at me.

"Anyway," She continued, her bubbly self again. "Since I am all of the above, don't you think it's my duty to organise your Hen Night?" Oh no! Suddenly I slumped onto Alice's sofa.

"Alice, you promised you wouldn't!" It wasn't exactly true, but I had warned her that I didn't want one.

"I did not! Besides, we are picking Angela and Jessica up in 20, so," She threw me a piece of Fabric, which of course I was unable to catch. Alice suddenly appeared holding the material. Before I'd had time to bend over to pick it up, she had placed it in my out stretched arms and continued.

"Put that on. Me and Rose will be outside." She shoved me into her bathroom and shut the door. Maybe I hadn't heard correctly, had she told me to put this on? Sure enough, as I unfolded the fabric I discovered it was a skirt.

"Alice," I could hear that my voice was an octave higher. "I can't wear this! Are you sure it's all here?" I could hear snickers on the other side of the door. "Alice?" I was frustrated when she didn't answer. In Anger I threw open the door, shouting at the same time.

"What kind of person would wear that? I'll tell you. A hooker!" as the room came into view, they did also. I felt a blush spread on my cheeks as I took in what Rosalie was wearing. The same skirt Alice had given me, though in blood red. She had time to give me a deadly glare, before storming out of the room.

"Here," Alice snickered as she handed me something else to wear. "Don't worry about Rose, she wasn't even going to wear the skirt, cos' all the boys ogle too much," Alice was suddenly understanding. "This dress is a bit better for you." As I inspected what Alice had given me, I realised that, like my hair, I adored it. It was Navy in colour, with one sleeve; the other was off the shoulder. It was then that I took in what Alice was modelling.

"Wow Alice, that dress looks great on you!" it wasn't a lie. The dress was turquoise with thin gold straps.

"Now it's your turn." She replied, pushing me into the bathroom, for the second time.

As I ogle myself in the mirror, a thought came to mind. 'Wow I look great!'

"Oh my gosh!" I felt like I was going to faint, for the second time. The first was when we had walked outside to the 'car' only it wasn't a car. The Cullen's had gotten a Limo. I mean come on! When we had picked up Ang and jess, I'm sure they nearly fainted as well.

But now we stood in front of a club. A nightclub. Where they expected me to dance.

"No." I had consciously decided to be stubborn.

"Bella, don't make me carry you, because I will." Rosalie whispered into my ear. I contemplated it for a minute before coming to the conclusion that I had no choice. With a scowl on my face, I marched forward to Alice, in order to get inside.

"Come on Bella, dance." Alice complained. I was standing on the dance floor, arms crossed, swaying slowly. After a song of this I decided I was parched.

"Alice can we get a drink?" Angela overheard and agreed. Rosalie also seemed to agree.

"We'll get the drinks, you three stay here." Rosalie told us three 'Humans' while she dragged Alice of to buy our refreshments. Once they were out of sight the interrogations began.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you are marrying Edward Cullen! Can I see the ring?" Jessica asked, already inspecting it. She suddenly gasped. "Bella, he must have spent a fortune on this." I managed to keep myself from rolling my eyes since she was staring straight at me.

"Actually, it was his mothers." I prayed that my tone wasn't too bitter. I hated it when people praised the Cullen's because of their money. Before jess could reply though, Rosalie and Alice returned with drinks.

"Mmm… this Coke's better than usual, is there anything in it?" Angela chirped.

"Don't be silly Ang, it's coke." I replied though I couldn't deny it. It did taste different.

After about 10 minutes I was on the dance floor.

"You know, this is really fun!" I told rose who smirked at me. I felt so happy and cheerful, like I could do anything. I had no inhibitions. It was bliss.

After what seemed no time at all I was back at the beautiful mansion.

"Where are the boys?" I questioned Alice. Jess and Ang had been dropped home and once again I was the only human present. Alice giggled.

"Here," She placed my pyjamas in my hands. "put these on. It's a long story, I want you to be comfortable." As I got myself ready for bed I noticed how tired and worn out I felt.

Once I was comfy in Edwards bed, Alice who was perched on the corner, spoke.

"First, did you enjoy tonight?" she looked as if she were concentrating on not bursting out into laughter.

"Definitely. For a nightmare it wasn't too scary. Especially after that little break and a drink." It was only when Alice giggle that I noticed my eyes had been shut. My expression must have been funny because it pushed her to full out laughter. Once she had sobered up, she spoke again.

"You know what. I think you should sleep. You aren't very coherent at the moment, though in the morning…" I didn't hear anymore. I'd passed into slumber. The day was now catching up to me, forcing me into a deeper sleep.