N/A: Ok, so I thought I'd better explain this whole 'memories' thing, just quickly. These are, obviously, Bella's memories of things mentioned in the chapters (like her transformation). They are NOT, and I repeat NOT in the correct order. I am using them to explain things mentioned earlier in the story. Oh, and they're set in the PRESENT!
Chapter 4: Memories ii
"Bella! You're going to look GORGEUS! Edward is going to absolutely FLIP, when he sees you!" Alice practically screams in delight as she hurtles herself at me.
"Alice, need I remind you, every time you do that, it's like throwing a piece of very granite at me?" I groan heavily as she backs away.
"Sorry Bella. It's just…I'm sooo excited! I've been waiting for this day for…Well, I don't know how long!" She squeals in excitement. Her face suddenly turns serious. "Shall we start with your hair, or your make-up? You see, if we do your hair first, chances are you'll ruin it when you put the dress on, but that could also happen with the make-up…"
I sigh heavily. It will be a long day.
"Can't we do it while the dress is on?" I suggest. Alice shakes her head sadly.
"Oh Bella, Bella, Bella. You really have no experience of weddings what-so-ever, do you? If we put the dress on first, we might spill make-up or God knows what on it. However, if we put it on last, we might smudge the make-up onto the dress…Tricky." Alice considers the possibilities, as I turn back to my mirror. I study my reflection carefully, wondering for the hundredth time today how Alice could possible make me worthy of Edward. It just wasn't going to happen. I look at myself glumly in the mirror, angry at my reflection. If I looked like Rosalie, I wouldn't be having this problem.
"The roses are here Bella. Bella? Are you listening to me?" Alice looks at me in the mirror, her expression angry. Then, as she sees the growing concern on my face, her expression softens, and she sighs.
"Bella, what are you worrying about now? Really, there is no way you could trip, I haven't seen it, and everything is going to go according to plan. I swear."
"As far as you know, it will. But what if some stupid werewolf decides to crash the wedding? You can't see them." I remind her, my feet turning into frosty icicles by the second.
"A) That won't happen, and B) if it did, we would put a stop to it." Her eyes flash, something akin to excitement in them.
"That's what I'm afraid of." I mutter under my breath. I'm sure she heard it- with the Cullen's hearing, it would be impossible to miss anything, but she ignores it, or simply doesn't hear it, and flounces towards my hair. In her hand is a pair of somewhat lethal looking hair tongs.
"Alice, if you think for one second that you're…" But I was too late, and the first section of hair succumbed to Alice's workings.