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When I got through my apartment door I grabbed my bottle of pain killers and took one. It never makes sense to me why they put a child proof lid on a bottle for someone with a broken hand. I popped the pill in my mouth and swallowed. I decided to call Alice since she is five hours ahead of me and she would be out of class.

She answered it before the first ring had finished. "OMG what did he say?" she practically yelling in my ear, "Well he apologized and we went to IHOP for breakfast then he asked me if I would like to join him at the fundraiser." She squealed right into the phone and I had a ringing in my ear. "Damn Alice pull the phone away then scream!" She laughed, "Sorry I just got so excited for you. I mean I remember when you had such a damn crush on him." I buried my face in my good hand so embarrassed that she remembered that.

I had once had a really bad crush on him but it wasn't because of how he looked, although that helped, I loved his music. "Alice he is just making up for breaking my wrist, besides it's just a fundraiser for orphaned kids; it's not like a real date." I heard a beeping on my phone, "Hey let me call you back someone is calling me."

I didn't recognize the number calling me and it wasn't one of my contacts, "Hello?" A very soft but pleasant voice responded to me, "Yes I am calling to speak with a Bella I'm sorry but there is no last name." This has to be the weirdest freaking call I have ever received, "This is her." I heard a sigh of relief, "Well my name in Angela and I am from Macy's, we received strict order from Mr. Cullen to get you a dress for the charity event to night." I was more than a little confused but went along with it, "Well I can be there in a half hour if that is fine with you." I had a feeling she was smiling by the sigh of relief I heard, "Then I will see you here just let someone know that you have an appointment with Angela Weber."

I sat on my couch and sent Edward a text: what I can't wear jeans and a sweat shirt? I knew better than that but I couldn't help but tease him: please pick out a dress and the price doesn't matter… my gift. I decided to leave and go to the dreaded mall. Not only did I hate the mall, but he chose the one store I never went into. Everything is always to expensive and gaudy. I grabbed my purse and went to my car.

I got out of my car and slowly walked through the glass doors; I went in and asked the cashier for Angela. This little lady came cantering towards me, "Oh I am so glad you are here. Now we have a selection of appropriate dresses for tonight." She led me to a room filled with dresses. I was now terrified. The only thing I hated more than needles would be dressing rooms. I hated wearing dresses. I would be more comfortable in sweat pants and a shirt but that wasn't going to happen tonight.

I looked through the racks and found a few things that looked decent but nothing stood out. I tried on all of the dresses but still wasn't impressed. I had decided to just pick one so I could get out of here. I choose a backless canary yellow floor length silk dress and walked out of the room and handed it to Angela. I thought that would be it but she led me over to the shoe department and I stopped in my tracks when I saw a beautiful dress on a rack.

I walked towards it, "Angela I think I will try this dress on." I didn't wait for her response as I walked back in the direction I had just come from. I slipped the dress on and it was perfect. It was alizarin shade of red that flows from the waist down. It was strapless and the top was covered in embroidered burgundy flowers. I put it back on the hanger and handed it to Angela who looked surprised that I wanted it even though it wasn't one that she thought I would like. We fought for about a half hour over shoes and jewelry. She wanted me to get heals instead of platforms, if I got heals I was sure I would end up in the hospital. She also wanted me to sparkle like the northern star. I hated wearing too much jewelry so I had to put my foot down and stop her. "Angela, I agree that the set is beautiful but I can't." She looked upset that I wasn't letting her run the show. "Fine I guess it is a bit much for a charity even anyways." I smiled finally relieved that I got threw to her.

I finally escaped with my dress and a pair of shoes that we compromised on, they had a heal but not as big as she wanted and not platforms like I wanted. I placed the dress and shoes in the trunk and drove home to do my hair and make up. I hadn't even realized I left my phone in the car I check the new text message I had: be at the hotel by seven… please! I now had three hours to look good with a broken wrist and I was really tired, damn drugs.

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