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I stood there shocked; as did Edward and Jasper. These weren't our girls.


Edward's POV

I looked at the strange girl in disbelief. Where was Bella? The order for the drink had come from this row but yet…

"The girls were right, these guys are clueless," The lady sitting in front of Jasper mentally laughed to herself. I snapped my neck up, another trick. I began to follow Bella's scent around the plane – sensing Emmett and Jasper behind me – I continued to move through the chairs in the first class level.

The last three chairs closest to where we'd entered the level I stopped. Sitting there was Bella. She was sitting there trying not to laugh out loud, just as Alice and Rosalie were.

Bella's POV – 1 minute beforehand

The look on my husband's face was priceless, when the girl who was pretending to be me lowered her magazine, Edward had just frozen. Obviously one of the girls had given the game away in her mind because he'd started walking around the level, the exact same path that I'd taken to get to these seats. As he walked up to me, I began to laugh silently; all three boys were following the same path and were looking at us all in the same way.

Edward was staring at me intently, not knowing if he was angry or not I just whispered quietly, "Fancy seeing you here, Edward."

This cracked Alice, Rose, Emmett and Jasper up into another round of laughter. I blushed a deep red and lowered my head. Looking back up to Edward; he was smiling my favourite crooked smile – I knew that I was forgiven.

* * * * *

The rest of the plane trip was pretty uneventful – us girls kept the boys busy with our (most of which were for me) demands. While we sat first-class with our feet up, the boys had to serve the rest of the plane. A difference that didn't go unnoticed by all three boys.

The plane touched down in London just after 1pm. Because we were first-class passengers we were allowed to depart first. The boys however, weren't so lucky. They had to help everybody leave the plane before departing themselves. By that point we'd already left the airport.

Destination = Buckingham Palace

Emmett's POV

"Come on! Come on!" I mentally urged the passengers to hurry up and leave the plane.

"What is it? Senior citizen's fly free today?" I noticed Edward grinned at that one. But it quickly changed into a grimace. He was worrying about Bella – and the capability of Rose's and Alice's skills in looking after her. You didn't' have to be a mind-reader to know that. Just spend 50 or so years with him. That was enough.

Once everybody had finally left the plane, we all hurried to ditch our uniforms before the Chief Flight Attendant man caught us leaving. Edward had told us earlier that he had learned that if we weren't off the plane in time the man would make us stay and clean the plane for the next flight – back to the USA.

As we raced, at human speed, through the airport, Jasper read out the next set of instructions.

ENGLAND:

ONCE IN ENGLAND TAKE A CAB OVER TO BUCKINGHAM PALACE, HERE YOU MUST STEAL ONE OF THE QUEEN'S PENS. YOU MUST THEN FIND AN OLD HOMELESS MAN AND GIVE HIM THE PEN.

"We've got to do what?" Edward hissed. Nobody thought that those humans had low IQ's anymore.

"Don't worry Eddie," I tried to reassure him, "It'll be easy for us men. We'll just charm our way through all the security," I said with a wink.

"The girls will have a harder time because of Bella." I added mentally. At this comment, Edward had completely stopped in the middle of the airport and had begun to growl at me. I always forgot about the mind-reading thing.

"Not like that Edward!" I shouted mentally, before we attracted any kind of attention from the humans around us, "I meant that it would just be harder because they will have to be more careful with Bella human and all." Stressing the last few words. Not totally convinced, Edward started to run again. Another five minutes and we were in an English cab traveling to Buckingham Palace.

Alice's POV

As soon as Rosalie had read out the next instructions while departing – we immediately went for the cab rank. It hadn't taken long to find a willing driver that caved in to Rose's looks and flirting, and that would take us to Buckingham Palace.

While Rose was trying to convince the man to take us for a lower price, I saw Bella walking up behind me - I turned to face her.

"Alice, I was thinking. The instructions never said…" Bella needn't finish her explanation.

My vision blurred in front of me. I sat at the wheel of the cab, Rose in shot-gun and Bella in the back – holding on for dear life. With my driving skills we'd be there fifteen minutes earlier than if we payed for a driver.

"Well done Bella! That's an awesome idea!" I laughed. Running gracefully over to Rosalie I quickly explained at vampire speed Bella's idea. She agreed and kept talking to the cab driver. I dragged Bella around to one of the better looking cabs; she looked back towards Rose, who was paying the man for the cab.

Not bothering with keys, I hot-wired the car. It wasn't long before my earlier vision was coming true. We were cruising down the freeway at the car's top speed.

"Guys, what are we going to do when we get there?" Bella asked from the back seat, between car swerves through the traffic.

"What do you mean Bella? We're just going to walk into the Queen's office and ask for one of her pens so that we can then go to a random homeless man and pass it on." I replied sarcastically. Rosalie picked up on my sarcasm and laughed.

I saw Bella frown in the back, "What's so funny? It's a pretty good idea." She obviously hadn't picked up on my blatant sarcasm. Sometimes I did wonder about that girl.

I turned around in my seat. 'Bella, honey, this is the queen we're talking about. We can't just walk in to her office and ask for a pen. If it were possible, she would have run out by now."

It still took a while for us to reach Buckingham Palace because of the traffic. Stupid English traffic. We'd decided to stop off out an internet café that Rose had spotted while driving by. Not knowing the complete history details of Buckingham Palace, we chose to do some research.

"Well," Rose sat lightly in front of the computer, "the Queen recently, two days ago, came back to Buckingham Palace from Windsor. There's four different types of tours that run throughout the day but tour three will get us closet to the Queen's office."

I saw me and Rosalie sneaking away from the tour, but Bella walking on. At the same time we snuck away, the Queen would be having lunch – down the other end of the Palace. What a bonus.

Rose was distracting (flirting furiously) the security guards that were outside her office, she was asking them whether we'd could come in for a quick look – they would agree.

"Okay." I faced Rose and Bella. "The Queen's going to be having lunch and that's when we'll go. I'll have to try and grab a pen while Rose is distracting the guards.

Rose agreed to the plan without any more explanations, even though she knew it mightn't even work. Bella's only question was why she couldn't come with us; I quickly scanned my brain for any excuses.

"Well, two girls like us Bella, will bound to get some attention. But if we had you – we'd look more human, or natural. And you need to stay with the tour, so that it'll look like Rose and I just got lost." I convinced her. It'd make my job harder if I had to worry about Bella too.

Bella's POV

We payed for the tour inside Buckingham Palace and only had to wait ten minutes before beginning. Bella seemed genuinely interested by what the tour lady was telling, however Rose and I were just acting. British history definitely wasn't the most interesting type.

Rose and Alice left me as we were leaving the portrait gallery. Without saying anything, but just a nod and a mouthed "good luck" they snuck away from the tour group. During the tour, Alice had made it clear to me that I only had to finish the tour; do some shopping maybe, and then head to the Buckingham Palace Café. I was kinda disappointed that I wouldn't be able to help out and join in on the 'mission' as Alice kept referring it too. However, knowing my clumsiness, I knew that I'd only get in the way.

"Excuse me? We are moving on now." Crap. I'd fallen behind to the back of the group and hadn't noticed everybody leaving and moving on the next room.

"Sorry, it's just a look to take in." I apologised as I left the room; well, half of that was right anyway.

The next part of the tour was the Royal Kitchens – this part of the tour wasn't advertised as much on the brochures and posters around the place. I could understand.

"As you can see, the Royal Meat Chef has started on tonight's dinner." The tour lady called out from the front side of the where the group had gathered. Alice had told me earlier that our timing was good because Prince Charles was coming back from a tour around Europe and Asia with his sons.

"Yes!" A rough voice called out from down below. "Since tasting it in a small village in Mongol, Master Charles has had a craving for grizzly bears." There was mutterings from around the group. I could barely contain my laughter though. When (and if) I saw Emmett soon, I'd have to remember to tell him that he and the Prince of England shared the same likes in food – he'd get a kick out of that.

Spotting something out of the corner of my eye, and the smell that was coming from that way – I walked over there. On one of the various walls in this large kitchen, there were rows of Italian pasta dishes. Just like the ones that Esme, Rose and Emmett had made me during my first visit to the Cullen house.

I could hear footsteps and quiet breathing behind me, I turned around quickly - surprised that someone had seen me from over here.

"Ah. You found my beautiful Italian dishes. They are about to taken out for some important people." He spoke with a slight accent. At the words important people he'd wagged his eyebrows; I didn't understand. Probably some weird British joke.

"Yeh. They do smell very good, my name's Bella." I introduced myself to the cook.

"Bella, as in Isabella?" I nodded my head at his question.

"So that's how you smelt out my beauties. You have an Italian smell for food." He seemed very happy at this assumption.

"I, too, am Italian. I moved here a year ago to become the Head Chef of Pasta for the Queen's Kitchen." I nodded again, this time impressed. It seemed a lot to give up; just for a job.

We said our goodbyes and I moved back to where the group were. Where they would have been if they hadn't already moved on.

Trying not to panic; I started to move forward. Through hallways and any other large areas that I thought a tour might have passed through. Slowing down to a stop, I looked around; admitting to myself. I was lost; majorly.

That's when I spotted the slightly open doors – like someone had just passed through them. Silently, I ran up to them and slipped in. Turning around, I saw where I was. It was a massive dining hall, with a table that looked like it could fit hundreds, even thousands, of people. Yet it only sat a few. One, who I faintly seemed to remember from a post stamp.

After some awkward introductions (aka. why I was there), I found myself sitting next to the Queen of England, while she ate lunch and signed some papers. It was definitely a once-off experience.

I explained to her the "Amazing Race" game that we were playing between all couples. I also told her about my life and how complicated it was – basically everything except that my soon to be husband was a vampire, and his family were ones as well.

She listened well only ever commenting on a few things. I told her that I was worried about my wedding and she just said simply,

"Isabella, you're lucky that you know and love the man that you plan to marry. Had I been born a hundred or so years ago, I would have been forced into an arranged marriage." I just nodded and thanked her for the advice.

"Also, I do believe that you'll need these." From the side, she pulled out two pens that read HRMWP (Her Royal Majesty's Writing Pens) down the side. I slide them into my jacket pocket when I heard the slow creaking of the two double doors that I'd come through earlier. In walked two well-built figures.

Edward & Emmett.

They both froze when they saw me sitting next to the Queen.

"Edward" I breathed under my breath, knowing that he'd hear me. From behind me I heard the Queen also speak under her breath.

"If only I was twenty again." Ew. Thank god I couldn't mind-read. From the end of the table I could see Edward smiling; my favourite one. Emmett walked up next to Edward and chuckled.

"Hey Bella. Look, Italian food."

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