Sorry my chapters are so short. I blame James Patterson! (-bows down to almighty James Patterson for creating the amazing Flock and more amazing Fang- -runs off to rape Fang-) Anyway, I'm trying to update quickly! Next chapter will likely be the party!

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-Forbala-

CHAPTER FOUR: INVITATIONS

Alice and I were on our way home from Seattle with the invitations to our Christmas party. They were expensive, off-white, fancily typed, had matching envelopes, and read:

You are cordially invited to

A Holiday Celebration

At the Cullen Household on

20th December 2007

Between the hours of

7:00 PM and 11:00 PM

Please R.S.V.P. A.S.A.P.

At 228-5536

[A/N: haha, that's ACULLEN, if you didn't catch that, haha

Of course, Alice had gotten a month-long job accomplished in two hours. While the invitations were being done, Alice had taken me shopping—ugh. And we'd bought my party dress, too. It was from Caché Luxe: a red bubble dress that could go from strapless to halter top to cross-backed, etc., in an instant. There was a large bow in front. It came to my knees and the neckline flowed with my breasts' curves. It was actually very cute…if I remembered not to look at the price tag. [A/N: isn't this dress gorgeous? I love it! It won't let me put the link up, but go to cache dot com, luxe, dresses, page 2, and scroll till you see the red one with the bow. You'll know it when you see it.

But we were outside the house, now, and I was able to see my dear Edward again. Before I'd even finished exiting the car, I was in Edward's iron arms. I giggled and said:

"Hi, Edward, did you miss me?"

"You don't even know," he grinned, running his nose from my chin to my ear and back again and again….

"Ahem," Alice's voice cut in. Edward and I turned toward her. "We've got to get these invitations out, fast, if we want anyone to show." I could tell the whole household had a long day ahead.

And, of course, I'd been right: Alice had put the whole family to work addressing, sealing, stamping, addressing, sealing, stamping, addressing….

After what felt like months of Chinese water torture (even though it had only been about two hours of invitations) we were finished and Alice released us to ice our aching hands (well, in my case, at least. I don't know what the other did, nor, do I think, did I want to know, by the look on Edward's face at what Emmett was likely thinking).

"How are your hands, love?" he asked, looking slightly less disturbed. He must've finally blocked Emmett.

"This is the second time, haha. First Angela's graduation invitations, and now this! How many times will I have to do this?" I laughed.

"I'm sorry, love, I won't let any more invitations get you, I promise." He kissed my forehead. I took my hands from the ice cubes and wrapped them around Edward's neck—his skin was more than icy enough to heal my hands, and I liked this better, anyway. I kissed his wonderful lips.

He pulled me closer to his marble body and soon we were growing passionate.

He broke away and said, angrily, "Jasper, stop that!"

"Not my doing, baby brother!" Jasper said, but I heard him laughing.

"Sorry," I muttered, burying my face in his chest and trying to hide my blush.

He chuckled. "It's alright, I'll just have to kill him later." I looked up at his grinning face and laughed, too.

"Remember to hide the remains," I giggled.

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