Chapter Four: Alice Cullen and the Golden Object
"Alice," I groaned, "are you done yet?"
"Nope! Sit still, Bella, or I'll be forced to tie you to this chair," she threatened.
Alice was the only person, well, vampire I knew that could threaten you and make it sound like she was giving a little kid some candy.
I had been sitting in this chair for 3 hours, 26 minutes, and 37, now 38 seconds, letting Alice go all out with her game of Bella Barbie in order to prepare me for the biggest day of my (human) life. On top of it all, she wouldn't even let me see what she was doing, which made it so much worse.
"I have a leg cramp," I announced, hoping she would let me stand up and stretch a little.
"Too bad, I'm almost done," she promised, grinning as she turned to face me. "Actually…" she trailed off, digging through her bag for some more items to torture me with.
"Alice," I whined, "anything you do to me isn't going to make look any less plain when I'm standing up there next to Edward."
"No one will dare to call you plain when I'm through with you," she mused thoughtfully, a dangerous undertone lacing her musical voice, as she continued to dig through her bag.
"Only because they're afraid you'll suck their blood," I retorted calmly, knowing that it wasn't the case in the slightest.
"Bella," she warned.
"I know, I know," I half-apologized, raising my hands in a gesture of defeat, before she snapped them as gently as she could back to my sides.
"Give me five more minutes, Bella, and then I'll let you out of the chair," she said impatiently.
"Ah, I knew I left it in this pocket!" She smiled, retrieving a small golden object from the front of the suitcase-like makeup bag.
"Of course you knew," I said, annoyed, "all you had to do was look into your own future and-"
My voice broke as she stepped into my line of sight, holding up the golden object that I now recognized as an eyelash curler. I flinched.
"Oh no. You are not coming near me with that thing."
Alice just smiled knowingly.