"Will you, Renesmee Carlie Cullen, go to prom with me tonight?" It was the moment I was waiting for.
"I will." He put his arms out, expecting me to jump into them, and I made a face, not wanting to hurt him. Not taking no for an answer, he picked me up by my arms and put me on his back. He carried me all the way back to La Push, talking anxiously about prom all the way.
"So, how do you expect me to go to prom without a dress?" I questioned, not sure he really had an answer.
"Your aunt." His two words immediately made me understand. Aunt Alice loves all that stuff. She organized my mom and dad's wedding, and bought all of the clothes in the cottage closet.
"Oh gosh. How much was it? Is it a really bright color? I'm a little scared."
"I don't know, Nes. She wouldn't let me see it." He answered. I was shocked. She always loves showing off her findings and creations and all that. I should've known.
"Well, where is she? I mean, I can't get my dress if I don't see her."
"She's at my house." He admitted. I was shocked.
"Au- Aunt Alice is a-at y-your house?" I stuttered.
"Yeah, she is. I know. I didn't think my dad would let her in either, but he seems fine with it. I think he's gotten over the vampire/werewolf thing since you were born."
"Oh." I answered, visibly relieved.
By then, we were at the house. I walked in the front door and was immediately greeted by a pointed finger.
"She's upstairs." Billy told me, and pointed towards the upstairs master bathroom.
I nodded and headed upstairs, and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Jacob? Stop asking, no you're not allowed to see it." Aunt Alice responded.
"No, Aunt Alice, it's me, Nessie." I confirmed.
The door was opened, way too fast, and I was greeted by a beautiful, strapless, soft green dress, with a medium sized flowing skirt. It had little parts of the skirt sewn up... exactly what I wanted. And not at all what I was expecting. For Aunt Alice's taste, I was expecting a more dramatic, flashy dress. Like a lime green, with big sparkles.
I kept staring. I was stunned. She noticed and immediately looked hurt.
"If you d-don't like it, I'll take it b-back!" She stuttered.
"NO!" I yelled. A little too loud. I loved it. It was amazing.
"I love it. More than I can explain. It's perfect. It's just the right length. Not too long, but not too short. I love the color; it goes well with my extremely pale skin." We laughed, and Aunt Alice beamed.
"Then let's get this party started, because your little friend Jacob is veeeeeery anxious to see you in it."
In a seemingly long hour and 15 minutes, my transformation was complete. I was ready. My makeup done, dress on, and stilettos ready. Though I was a little shaky, I'd never walked in high heels. And my hair. It was gorgeous. If I say so myself. It was flowing down my back in styled curls, with bobby pins and a small soft green bow.
Aunt Alice opened the door for me, and she guided me down the stairs, to an anxious family and boyfriend waiting.