Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, however I do own a very entertaining bendy straw...

Author's note: Sorry for not uploading. Been extremely with work and school. Well here's chapter 4, I did this for you guys, ha I didn't do my lab report...oh well. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, I know these are shorts, believe me, I'm trying to make them long...but I just don't have time... I will try to make them longer though.

"Amazing," Alice said happily. "I knew it would look good."

"Of course you knew," Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"Uh…Alice what is the purpose of this?" I pointed to what I was wearing, a blue cotton summer dress that looked amazingly well on me. "I thought we were here to get things for Edward's party."

"Yes, that's exactly why we're here."

"So…we came to Chicago, for this dress?" I asked now confused.

"Well, no…I just been dying to come here," She flashed a wide mouthful of glittering teeth.

I sighed.

Since we arrived here, the first thing Alice insisted that we do, was to go sight seeing since it was good weather; their definition of good weather—cloudy skies. That didn't really go well though. Instead of 'experiencing' the city, we ended up shopping at clothing boutiques for the past two hours. Alice simply said it was an important matter to attend to, Rosalie as well thought it was a necessity. "You can't experience the city, if you don't experience the fashion." She stated. I simply just agreed.

Once we were done with shopping (to my surprise), we headed toward the nearest hotel.

We pulled into the valet parking, with the nice car we rented, and parked at the side of the building. Rosalie and Alice stepped out, in their Versaci sunglasses they just purchased. I stepped out awkwardly, trying not to trip on anything. Rosalie then opened the trunk, and the hotel bellboy quickly unloaded our stuff onto a cart. Rosalie strode confidently through the hotel lobby, while Alice walked along my side. The bellboy followed us with our things as Rosalie approached the desk with her outstanding beauty.
"Rosalie Cullen, checking in for the night" was all she said to the hotel receptionist. He quickly processed the information, with the occasional glance, (well more like gawking) toward the golden-haired beauty in front of him.

"We hope you enjoy your stay with us, Ms. Cullen." He smiled and handed the bellboy the key. "Dan, the bellboy, will show you where you'll be staying. If you have any questions or requests, I will gladly see to your satisfaction here at the Wellington."

"Thank you." Rosalie said looking annoyed.

When we got to our suite, Dan, the bellboy, put our things on the table and bid his farewell, happy that he received a pretty good tip I assume, by the look on his face.

"Well, that was interesting." I told them, when the bellboy left.

"Not interesting, but annoying." Rosalie scoffed.

"Interesting or annoying, it doesn't matter. We have business to attend to," Alice little musical voice sounded amused.

"Yes, so what's the plan?" Rosalie asked.

"It is now five-forty, so first we must grab Bella something to eat," Oh, yeah. I forgot. As if cue, my stomach grumbled. Alice laughed. "After we get Bella fed, we hit the antique shops, and then we go to…to Oak Park." She finished, looking at Rosalie who was looking back at her, as if they were agreeing on something.

I broke the silence. "Oak Park? What's in Oak Park?"

Alice turned to look at me, and answered. "Oh, nothing really, just old houses."

Rosalie raised her eyebrow. "Alice…"

Alice gave Rosalie a look.

"What is it that you're not telling?" I said. I don't like it when they don't tell me things.

"Nothing, Bella." Alice sighed.

"Alice, really," I started, but her look silenced me.

"Well we should get going then." Rosalie said, trying to change the subject.

Alice nodded.

And with that we headed out the door of our suite and into the busy world of Chicago.

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We arrived at the Masen's just on time. As father parked the automobile near the Masen's home, my mother looked at me grimly.

"Please try to behave Bella," she said hopefully. "I don't think I can stand any of your antics today."

I rolled my eyes. She glared.

"Alright, alright. I will." I agreed. I'm not that bad in public, I thought to myself.

"Thank you." She said in relief.

The doors of the automobile opened, startling me. Father chuckled at my response as he offered his hand to help us out, one at a time. Father apparently got out of the auto, while my mother and I were talking. Mother was out first, then it was my turn to get out, but he stopped me.

"Don't worry dear, just be yourself." He whispered and winked.

I smiled. "Thank you father."

"No need to thank." He said helping me out of the automobile. As we waiting on the porch landing for the Masen's to open the door, my mother just kept mumbling about my behavior and about the Masen boy.

"Did you remember the gift, Bella?" she suddenly said.

I sighed. "Yes, mother, how could I forget with your constant reminders."

Mother had made me buy a gift for this 'boy', which I absolutely hated to do, since I don't like shopping, but I found the perfect thing—a small music box. I looked at the small wrapped gift in my hands, admiring it. I liked it very much, and the tune was beautiful.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened.

"Helen, Charles, nice of you to come." Mrs. Masen greeted us, well my parents actually, not me.

"Thank you for inviting us." My mother said while shaking hands with Mr. And Mrs. Masen.

My mother then glared at me. "Bella dear, why don't you say hello to Mr. And Mrs. Masen. It was so kind of them to invite us after all."

I wrinkled my nose. "Oh, my. Where are my manners," I said politely, but with a hint of sarcasm. "Nice to meet you Mr. Masen, Mrs. Masen." I shook their hands.

"Why hello Isabella." Mrs. Masen greeted. "I'm glad you came." She smiled with warmth.

As the Masens led us into their home and into their sitting room, I heard a shuffling noise down the hall.

"Right this way. It's so good to have you both back, and it's so good of you to bring Isabella here for the first time." She smiled. "I hope you make yourself comfortable." She added.

"Thank you again, Mrs. Masen." I said warmly.

"You are very welcome," she responded kindly. "Would any of you like some tea?" she asked, looking at my mother and father.

"That would be wonderful, Elizabeth." My mother accepted. "You make the most delicious tea."

Mrs. Masen laughed. "Oh, you're too kind Helen."

"Charles let's leave the ladies to their tea, let us go into the study room, as we wait for the birthday boy to come down." It was the first time I heard Mr. Masen talk since we arrived here.

"But of course." my father said smiling. "Ladies." He excused himself, and followed Mr. Masen.

"Men, will be men." Mrs. Masen said, as she poured my mother a cup of tea. "Isabella dear, would you like some tea?"

"No thank you." I replied. My mother wasn't too happy of my refusal of tea.

"Alright," she said. "You may go to the garden if you like." She pointed toward the door down the hall.

"Thank you." I smiled. As a few moments passed, my mother and Mrs. Masen started talking about the war and gossiped about the local town. I stood up, finally getting bored and headed toward the garden.

While walking down the hall, I noticed two doors. Which one did she point to again? I thought to myself. Oh, the right one, now I remember. As I started toward the door, I heard something coming from the second door. I walked closer towards it, and heard music playing within the room. It was beautiful. I let my curious side get the best of me, I opened the door slowly and carefully, to peek in.

In the middle of the room stood a grand piano, a Lanky – not bulky boy sat on the piano bench while his fingers played music notes beautifully. I was in awe. I was so consumed with his playing I didn't realize that I was standing just a few steps away from him. As I started to step back quietly, not wanting to be caught, I accidentally tripped over the carpet. Great. The boy suddenly stopped, and turned around, now facing me, well looking down at me. His face was abruptly severe, as he were caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." I apologized. "I, it was just, I heard beautiful music coming from here, and, well, I --"

He laughed, his face becoming relaxed. "You don't have to apologize," he said, as he offered his hand to help me stand up, which I accepted. "…and I'm glad that you think my pieces are beautiful." He smiled, causing me to blush.

"You wrote that song?" I asked after a few moments.

"Yes, did you really enjoy it?"

"Yes, very much." I said looking away from him.

I could feel him smiling. "So you must be Isabella." He stated.

I looked back at him, surprised. "How do you know my name?"

He laughed a soft, enchanting laugh. "I'm a psychic, I know many things."

I stared at him blankly. "Really?"

He looked at me and smiled wider. "No, not really. Actually my mother told me."

"Oh," I said, blushing. I am so gullible. I looked away awkwardly. "You can call me Bella."

"Bella," he repeated. "Nice to meet you, Bella. I'm Edward." He smiled a very dazzling smile.

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A/N: If there were any spelling errors, I'm sorry...but any way...woo Edward!