A/N After some very helpful comments and suggestions I have decided to make some changes to The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I am changing the female lead characters name from Kelly to Bella. A lot of people felt that they would enjoy the story better that way. I'm also changing a few of the other names too, but the rest of the story will remain exactly the same.

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I Just Don't Know Anymore

Edward POV

Holy Christ, look at that smile. I felt my knees go weak, and I was sitting down, damn it. Her head was turned away from me at the other end of the table, and I only caught the edges of her face as she smiled at something the boy she was sitting next to had said. But even from where I was sitting, I could see how her face had lit up with an inner glow, how her smooth cheek was pulled up into the cutest dimple.

Cute?

Dimple?

What the hell was wrong with me?

I detested this woman a few minutes ago.

Yeah, but that was before she smiled...

Oh, I am in so much trouble.

Frowning at my complete inability to get myself on an even keel around this woman, I turned back to the cheerful greetings of the crew around me as I settled into the seat at the long table in the kitchen.

Keep your distance from her, and keep your sanity.

Yeah, good advice, but I thought I caught a flick of a glance from her and saw the smile slip from her face. She sunk back into her chair, smile gone, hard look back. I felt a stab of irrational jealousy that the boy on her right could have been favoured with the most beautiful smile, and yet all I warranted was a dark look and a distasteful expression. This woman really didn't like me. Well, that was okay; I really didn't like her either.

Look at her smiling and laughing with that boy and Alistair, too, of all people. I scowled at the boy next to her, what did he have that I didn't? Why did she offer her smiles to him and not me? Leaning forward in his seat a bit, Alistair turned his head and looked straight down the table at me, catching me scowling at her. He smirked gleefully. What was he up to? What was going through his head?

Laughing out loud now, he winked at me, actually bloody winked, and settled back into his seat still laughing at me. What did he think was going on? It was a good job I liked him.

If he had been down the hall in that dressing room during those fittings, he wouldn't be laughing now. If he had seen how she had treated me.

And how you treated her.

Yeah, well, it had been a strange experience.

I had never been so glad to escape from someone in my life than I had from Ms Swan after those costume fittings. The maelstrom of emotions that I had felt throughout that tortuous experience had built up into such a peak that I wasn't sure anymore what was real and what I had imagined. And the whole time we had been together, there had been something… some feeling… some pull. At least, I think so. And I'm buggered if I can explain what it was. I couldn't possibly be attracted to her could I? Not with the way she had been treating me.

I took the opportunity during the busy chatter around me to study her for a moment, determined to catalogue and categorise her and get rid of this nagging uncertainty. My initial reaction was that I wasn't attracted to her and that hadn't changed, had it? Her hair was long and brown. If I had a preference, it was for blonds, so brunette hair didn't do it for me particularly. Even if it was long and a bit playfully curly and had the shine of chestnuts. Okay, so maybe that was nice.

She had what I think Alice called a heart shaped face. Fuck. I really spent way too much time with Alice if I knew a thing like that. Her cheeks were full and dimpled when she smiled. Normally I liked women with high sharp cheek bones and slender faces, so her rounded cheeks were not what I liked especially. Well, used to like, I guess, because, actually, that was kind of pretty.

Her skin was okay. Actually, her skin was lovely; smooth, pale, and pretty much flawless except for… I leaned down the table a bit, as if the extra few inches would help. Was that a freckle? I squinted my eyes, frustrated that I wasn't close enough to be able to make it out well. Just under and to the side of her left eye, it was small, and a barely there light brown, but it just showed on her otherwise flawless left cheek. As I watched, a pale pink flushed her cheek at something the woman on her left said and then faded again. She was quick to blush then. Cute.

Her eyes, I knew, were hazel, and I wasn't close enough to see any more details about the colour, but the eyelashes that ringed them were long and curved, resting on her cheek when she looked down at her plate, which was pretty often, or curving up and away from her face looking impossibly long when she blinked or looked up. Where they real? Women used fake ones a lot, didn't they?

Carrying on my inappropriately sexist perusal, I settled next on her lips. Now that she was relaxed, they were pouty, not thin, and the pink colour may have been makeup, but it was pale and understated. She wanted to blend in, not stand out, which certainly made a change in this business.

I glanced down her slender neck towards the Promised Land, but the jumper she was wearing was so bulky and disfiguring that it was impossible to tell what was under it. But I already had been given a tantalising taste. I knew she didn't have sleek, slim hips, which I usually liked, but soft full curves that rounded into a contrastingly narrow waist. I had seen no sign of her breasts apart from the barest hint of a swell under the thick heavy jumper, but, from what I had seen, I could guess that they would be as rounded as her hips. Again, not slim and petite, which is what I preferred. Didn't I? Yes, I did. So why this reaction to her? Had I imagined it?

The memory of her warm hand on my body came bursting back at me, the flow of warmth that had seemed to spread from her hand into my body. That had been real, hadn't it? Not that I'd ever felt anything like that before, so I had no point of reference at all. She had had some pins that she was sticking into the material of the t-shirt. Pulling it this way and that with her hands. Damn, it was just a fleeting touch from her, barely there, and I had built it up in my mind to be a sexually charged, insanely intimate caress. I should never have closed my eyes. As soon as I blocked out the sight of her disapproving face, her shapeless jumper, and her eyes avoiding mine, my other senses had taken over and just ran with it. And ran and ran.

The tantalising pull of her jumper for those few seconds, revealed what looked like a damn fine figure hidden beneath it. Hidden from me, damn it. And her hand. After she had pinned the material, her hand had only been an inch above the button of my jeans. And it rested there, didn't it? Or did it? I was obviously even more desperate for some affection than I had realised if I was turning an innocent costume fitting into an electrically charged sexual encounter. God, I was pathetic. But how much was real?

There was something between us all right, and it was either lust or hatred.

Nice one, Masen, you can't even tell when you're into a woman anymore.

Okay then, it was lust and hatred. Better?

Hell no. One or the other, man.

I just don't know any more.

"You all right there, Edward?" Pete asked, concern in his voice as I groaned out loud.

This is what she does to me. It's crazy.

The warm burning feeling on my skin was back. Glancing down the table again, I caught her eyes for a moment. Watching me. Watching me with disappointed disapproval. God, she was so frustrating. I really, really hated how she looked at me. I didn't know which was worse, having her look at me that way or not knowing why she was doing it or why it bothered me so much.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Pete. Long day, you know."

Wal chuckled darkly and then said, "You should have had a rest over the last few days. We're going to work you hard for the rest of the week!"

I grinned back at him. I loved my job, I really did, and hard work was just what I needed to get my mind off the irritating and yet alluring Ms Swan. "Don't worry, Pete. I know I'm back under the whip, and don't try and pretend you don't love being able to boss people around."

"Me, Edward? Don't know what you're talking about. I leave all that up to Jason here." He grinned back, reaching around behind me and slapping Jason on the shoulder with his big hand, catching him unawares.

I felt the strain ease out of me as we bantered some more. It was good to be working with such a dedicated and committed crew. We worked well together; I made a mental note to let my agent know I'd be interested in Jason and Pete's future projects, too. Feeling more relaxed by the minute, I joined in with the good natured gossip and tall tales from everyone around me.

It felt good.

It felt warm and friendly and companionly. Nothing like what I felt from... her.

I knew every time her eyes were on me. I knew that's what it was. Even without looking. How crazy is that? Every few minutes I would feel that tingly heat on my skin. If I glanced round and caught her looking, I saw a puzzled expression on her face, which quickly switched to a disapproving one when she saw that I had seen her. She didn't stop looking though. She kept on glaring at me when she thought I wouldn't notice, reprimanding me silently for whatever in hell it was that I had done.

But I found myself watching her when she wasn't looking, too, my head tilted, my brows scrunched up like I always did when I was deep in thought. She didn't look at any one else at the table in the way that she looked at me. Most of the time, she sat slightly slumped in her seat and didn't make eye contact with anyone else. She appeared almost... shy? I snorted to myself. Shy. She had been anything but earlier on with me. Cold? Yes. Disapproving? Yes. But shy? No way. I hated how she reacted to me. It irritated the hell out of me.

It made me angry.

It made me sad.

I'd felt attraction for a woman before, of course I had. The sight of a beautiful, slim, petite woman had been enough to make me drool at times. And there was nothing on earth I loved more than a woman who smiled into my eyes. Not just a fake, shallow smile, but one from the soul.

I'd felt dislike and irritation for people before, too, either an instinctive knowledge that the other person and I shared no values or beliefs and we would not be compatible, or a gradual discovery of hidden character traits that I could not share or enjoy. But never had I felt attraction and dislike at the same time for the same person. It was exhausting, it was confusing, and it was not something I wanted to deal with now. Hell, keeping as far away as possible from her was rapidly becoming my number one priority. I'd never be able to concentrate on work otherwise.

But the memory of that brief smile I had caught the edge of wasn't going to go away.

Damn it.

~~oo0oo~~

I noticed as soon as she started to take off that monstrosity of a jumper. She seemed to be fighting it, like it was a living thing hanging on to her. Her arms were raised as she grappled with the neck, which was clutching at her hair. She wore a flannel shirt underneath; large, loose fitting, black with a white line making a large check pattern, and black buttons down the front. Buttons that strained and pulled at their respective holes as she fought her way out of the jumper.

Oh, good God, was that... was that red lace?

The woman sitting next to her stood up at that point and helped rescue her from the monster's clutches, blocking my view of what I imagined I might have seen. No. Don't even think it.

The kid sitting next to her, however, couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Filthy bastard, he's not old enough toeven be thinking the things that are going through his mind right now.

I narrowed my eyes and gave him a look which he caught from all the way down the table immediately. It seemed to send him the correct message, which was to keep his eyes to himself, as he went bright red and stared at his empty plate from then on. Emerging pink faced and rumpled, Bella Swan looked embarrassed, glanced around the table to see who had witnessed that, and caught me glaring at the kid.

Shit, she saw that.

Hope she doesn't think that I'm interested in her. Just trying to let the kid know to keep his eyes off. Show some respect. Hope she doesn't think I'm laughing at her either.

God, that was funny as hell though.

Till the red lace.

Will you stop with the red lace? You imagined it.

Can't believe that's the same woman I met in the dressing room.

Look at her, sitting there with messed up hair, blushing pink all over, looking all embarrassed and shit.

I'm looking, I'm looking.

She's acting all sweetness and light, not high tensile steel, all tough and unmalleable.

Not that I want her to be malleable.

Humm... malleable...

Not that I want to find out or have any interest in her at all.

Then why the fuck did I just glare at the kid?

That red lace looked full and soft. Inviting.

God, I'm going mad.

Why the hell would she have such an effect on me?

"Er... Edward?" I was pulled away from my insanity by a familiar voice calling to me. Shit, it was Jessica. Please don't try and come on to me again. I didn't think I could take any more mind fucking right now. I looked up at her, trying to keep my expression neutral. I'm not sure what expression did end up on my face though, because she flinched slightly when she saw. Great. Now I'm frightening the crew. Just what I need. I was supposed to be able to act.

"I wanted to apologise to you for earlier. I was way out of line," she continued. Her voice held regret, and her face was anxious. "I guess I was excited to actually meet you and couldn't help myself. I promise it won't happen again, I've never done anything like that before. I'm so embarrassed. If you don't feel comfortable working with me, I'll understand..."

Oh, thank God. I was so relieved not to have to deal with any more stress today. "Jessica..."I began, a reassuring expression settling on my face without any effort at all.

"...and I'll explain that it was my fault and that you were not involved at all. Well, you were involved of course, but what I meant was..."

"Jessica..."

"...that I started it, and you were very decent about it..."

"...Jessica. It's fine. Just drop it. It's okay." I'd had to raise my voice slightly, which drew attention, but all credit to her, she didn't flinch. She was apologising right out in public, which was brave of her. "Apparently I have that effect on people," I continued with a quiet, deprecating laugh.

"Oh!" She looked surprised for a moment.

Sorry, Jessica, you're not the first woman who's thrown herself at me.

"Well. That's okay then. Er...sorry again." She ducked her head and tried to look demure, but hadn't a hope in hell of pulling it off. I laughed at her attempt, and she joined in, blushing for real now. "Oh, shut up," she mumbled, ducking her head even lower and fiddling with her cutlery. "I bet women throw themselves at you all the time."

You have no idea.

"If it's any consolation, Jessica, you were one of the best," I whispered, giving her The Look, enjoying teasing her now that things weren't awkward.

She gaped at me wide-eyed for a moment before laughing again, looking mollified if still embarrassed. "Well, that's all right then," she continued, getting back some of her natural confidence. "At least if I make an idiot of myself, I'm good at it." We ate the rest of the meal companionably, though she still looked embarrassed occasionally.

~~oo0oo~~

"We have a brief meeting now with Bella Swan, who's running wardrobe for us this week. You've met her, right? What did you think of her?" Jason asked me as we finished our coffee, the table starting to slowly empty around us.

What did I think of her? Now there's a question.

"Ed? You met her, right?" Jason pressed, glancing curiously at me.

"Yeah. No problems," I replied, more than somewhat distracted. I followed Jason's gaze as he looked down the table expectantly at Ms Swan. "Who else is in wardrobe this week, Jason?" I had a bad feeling about this.

"Hum?" Jason was always about three steps ahead of what he was actually doing, always seeming to be waiting for everyone to catch up with him. "There's no one else. We're trying to keep this all as small a crew as possible since it's just you, so we just have Bella. She should do fine. She's highly recommended. A bit quiet, Maggie said, but very competent." His shrewd eyes locked onto mine. "Is that going to be a problem with the type of scenes we have coming up? I know you signed on to do nude scenes initially, but with them getting cut, have you got concerns about doing them now?"

"No, no, it's no problem. I've not done nude scenes before, as you know. I'm a bit nervous, to be honest, but I'm going to tackle them just as I would any other. And no. I don't have a problem with Ms Swan," I spoke firmly.

Like hell I don't.

Bugger, these four days are going to be hard.

Just act like the professional you are; you can work with her.

Yeah, have to it seems.

Jason didn't look convinced. "If there is a problem, it's a bit short notice to make crew changes now, but if there's anyone you want to have on set with you to help you feel more comfortable, just let Jessica know, and she'll arrange it." He looked questioningly at me. "Girlfriend perhaps, friend… mum?"

"Christ, no!"

He grinned at my knee jerk reaction to having my mum see me parade around naked.

"Thanks for that visual, Jason." I said, glaring at him. "I'll never have sex again now without looking over my shoulder to see if my mum is in the room." Jason and Pete both chuckled evilly, and I wondered if I was now scarred for life. "I'll be fine with Ms Swan. Don't worry about it."

"Why do you call her 'Ms Swan' all the time?" Pete enquired as we all looked down the table towards where she was now sitting alone, apart from Alistair, who seemed to be engrossed in tomorrow's call sheets. She looked terrified.

"I dunno. Just feels right," I mumbled half to myself, moving my eyes back to study the pattern of the wood-grain in the table in front of me. No way was I going into it all with these two. With anyone. I turned my head again, frowned down the table at her, scrunching my brows up as I thought. She was behaving so differently than she had with me before.

Abruptly, as though coming to a decision, she stood and walked down to our end of the table. She held her head high and her back straight. No sign of the frightened rabbit of moments ago.

And then she smiled.

It was a slightly tight, polite smile, but the first one I had seen from her head-on. My breath stopped. I mean, I quite literally stopped breathing. I mean, if someone had told me that humans were actually meant to suck oxygen into their bodies, I wouldn't have had a clue what they were talking about. She just took my breath away.

Oh, shit.

"Mr Scott, Mr Grint, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Bella Swan, your wardrobe manager for this shoot." She held out her hand, which had felt so soft and warm, to Jason and then to Pete, ignoring me in between them. I felt the men on either side of me straighten up a bit, take a bit more notice of her. I had to admit, her confident manner was a sharp contrast to what we had been seeing all evening so far. It was exciting, arousing. In my peripheral vision, I saw Alistair grin to himself, his eyes not leaving the pages he was perusing.

She turned and shook hands with Mike, too, who smiled up at her and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella," before surreptitiously wiggling his brows at me and winking. What the hell? He was old enough to be her Father. I scowled back at him, which only made him grin.

"I'd like to briefly discuss the costume for the scenes we're filming this week if you have time now?" Her voice was steady and melodious. Not too high pitched, soothing yet strong.

Christ, I'm assessing her voice?

My eyes strayed to the buttons of her shirt. I couldn't help it; a) I'm a guy, and b) I'm inquisitive. The collar and the top two buttons of her thick shirt were unbuttoned, but she was standing up straight so, from where I was sitting, I could see hardly any skin at all. Perhaps if she dropped something on the ground, I mused, she would bend down to pick it up, and then I could see if that red lace was real or imagined. I glanced down at the table top between us, searching with my eyes. Was there something here I could accidently push off onto the floor on her side? A pen or something? Maybe a spoon?

I was pulled out of my insanely inappropriate school-boy-plotting by the sound of Harry snickering. His eyes darted our way quickly before locking back onto the pages spread on the table in front of him.

God damn it, I've never thought stuff like that before, even when I was a schoolboy. Get a grip, man.

I shook my head, trying not to look like I was having inappropriate ideas, and concentrated on the conversation around me.

"... I wanted to discuss some small changes I'd like to make," she finished her sentence.

Changes? What had I missed? What had she just been saying?

"Changes. Well, yes, if you think they are necessary." Jason was not the kind of director who liked any deviation from what was planned and scripted. He spent a long time and a lot of effort in pre-production so that changes wouldn't need to be made. Ms Swan was in for trouble if she thought she could change anything now.

"I have my notes. Shall I fetch them or would you like to come to my office. I can show you the choices I've made." Damn, she was determined. Now that's more like the Ms Swan I knew.

Jason seemed impressed by her spunk, too.

"We'll come to you, shall we?" Mike asked. They all stood and made to follow my Ms Swan out of the kitchen.

My Ms Swan?

Where did that come from?

Pete raised a brow at me in an "are you coming too?" kind of way, and I shook my head. I was way too mixed up in my head to be adding anything else into the mix, and the way she had interacted with the other men was already enough to confuse me even more. She had been cold and hard with me earlier, shy and embarrassed at the table surrounded by everyone else, and then confident and calm just now. She was an entirely too intriguing woman.

The four of them left the kitchen, headed presumably for the wardrobe room where I had just spent a very uncomfortable hour and a half.

At the far end of the table, Alistair was snickering again, his eyes still fixed to his call sheet, which, frankly, shouldn't have been anywhere near as interesting as he seemed to think it was.

"What?" I snapped at him, irritated.

"Nothing, my boy, just enjoying the show."

I ground my teeth. "There's nothing to enjoy."

"If you say so, if you say so," he replied in a patronising tone, though he had a wicked gleam in his eye. What was it with everyone trying to wind me up today? I decided I was far too tired for any more stress tonight and, since it would be an early start tomorrow, retreat would be the best move.

"I'm going up to bed, Alistair. I'll see you tomorrow," I muttered as I rose slowly from the table. Weary didn't even begin to describe how I felt.

"See you tomorrow, Edward. It's going to be a fun day." I couldn't see what was going to be quite so much fun about it, unless his call sheet said something different than mine, but I agreed with him tiredly and headed out of the kitchen and down the hallway. I just couldn't wait to get into bed and fall asleep and have this longest day of my life end.

~~oo0oo~~

Of course, I couldn't sleep. Bloody typical. Sitting up in my bed, propped up against the headboard, alone at last, and far away from Ms Swan and her disturbing influence, I tried to gather my thoughts and concentrate on work. I was here to do a job, and I needed to study the script, not that there was much dialogue to learn. Tomorrow's scenes were all action shots of Liam running through the grounds and leaping over a wall. Should be pretty easy, and as long as I didn't slip and go arse over heels in front of everyone, it would be fine.

Hopefully, I'll be wearing trainer. That'll help. And jeans maybe. Something casual and easy to wear, a t-shirt...

Bloody T–shirts. Stop that line of thinking. Not going there now.

Okay. Well, dinner was good. It's a great crew on this project. We all seem to just get each other, and it's good to be back together for a few more days. There are only a few new people on board, like that boy who couldn't keep his eyes off...

STOP. Not going there.

Got to be in wardrobe by six tomorrow...

Oh, for Christ's sake. I need a distraction.

I'll call Alice.

Really?

Yeah, she's my sister; I can call her if I want to.

On your own head, be it.

I'm having an entire conversation with myself. I'm going nuts.

Going?

The phone felt comforting in my hand; my tangible touch with sanity. Perhaps I really did need to talk about this.

Alice answered her phone almost as soon as the first ring sounded. "God, Edward, I only saw you a few hours ago. What could you possibly have got up to in that time?" Her voice was teasing, familiar. I expected to feel more comforted than I did though.

"I haven't done anything." I was automatically defensive. How had I forgotten she was also so annoying?

"Well, you're calling me, so I figure you needed something. So spill, what is it?" She sounded expectant, confident that she could fix whatever the problem was. Well, she always had in the past. But this time, I wasn't sure what it was that I actually wanted.

I just felt like talking.

"I just felt like talking." It didn't sound any less pathetic out loud.

"Okay... about anything in particular? … Edward, are you all right?" Her voice was softer, concerned. If she was concerned, I must sound bad.

I sighed deeply, "I'm fine, Alice. I shouldn't have called. Sorry." A shower and back to bed would probably be a better idea. I'd get to sleep. Eventually.

But she pulled me up sharply, stating, "Edward Anthony Masen, don't you dare hang up on me now. Talk to me. I'll shut up and listen. Promise."

Well, there's a first time for everything.

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

Shit, what is with me? Why can't I keep anything inside tonight?

"I dunno. Maybe because you need to vent?" It was worse than I thought. Alice's voice was soothing, understanding. "Come on, Baby B, spill."

"Christ, Alice, don't call me that. How many times do I have to ask?" My free hand was in my hair, gripping it fustratedly.

"One more, Edward, one more. Now come on, what's got your knickers in a twist?" Why did I put up with her? Seriously, why?

"There's nothing wrong, Alice. There's just someone here who's got me all mixed up. I don't like not knowing where I stand, you know that, and now, I'm just getting mixed signals or maybe it's just me because the only signals I'm getting are 'piss off,' and that would be fine, but I can't seem to get my brain to stop thinking about her." Bugger. Mistake number one.

"Her."

"Yes, it's a woman, Alice, but don't go reading more into this than there is. She hates me, okay? And I don't like her either. Just one of those instant-mutual-dislike things?"

"Uh-huh."

"Don't 'uh-huh' me, Alice. I said it's nothing."

"Uh-huh."

"Alice, don't make more of it..."

"You know, the last time you had one of those 'instant-mutual-dislike things' was that Helen girl in the fifth year. I seem to remember that you ended up losing your virg..."

"ALICE! Not. Helping. And it was Heather in the fourth year, thanks. And anyway, this is completely different."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Alice!"

"All right, all right, I'm sorry. Is it going to cause problems for you working? Can the two of you avoid each other or something?" Finally, some rational thought from my sister.

"Not really. She's my dresser, so we're going to be pretty close actually."

"Uh-huh. Sorry. Well, all I can suggest is that you, you know, just get on with it and try and ignore her. It's only four days. How bad can it be?" she rationalised.

And here it comes. "She's so bloody irritating! She treats me like a three-year-old, Alice. She doesn't even look at me except to glare at me, and she has this expression on her face all the time like she's disappointed in me. She makes me feel like I have to try and please her somehow, but that I'll never be able to. And there's this... this thing, this pull in my guts, Alice, I can't describe it. When she touched me, I felt, I dunno, it was like warmth or something. I can't stop looking at her, and she smiles for everyone else, Alice! Everyone but me."

Word vomit. Mistake number two.

"UH-HUH."

"Alice!"

"What's she like?"

"What's she like? Alice, I just told you..."

"No, you told me how she makes you feel, which is pretty interesting by the way. I asked you what she's like." I sighed, gripping my hair even tighter. I'd started this, I'd have to finish it. She was like a terrier and wouldn't let go until she was ready.

"Like? Okay. Well, she's...um... " My words petered out pathetically.

Nice one, Masen. Just tell her something, anything, and then maybe she'll drop it.

I took a deep breath. "She has brown hair, long, a bit curly, but only a bit. She had it tied back, but bits of it were, you know, drifting around her neck and down her shoulders when she took her jumper off. And it's not just plain brown either. There's other colours in it, too; dark honey maybe. It looks sort of like a conker, you know, when you first open it, all shiny and swirls of different browns... "

Shit.

"UH-HUH."

Only one way to save face now. "Alice, If you've got nothing helpful to say, I'm going to go now. I've got an early call tomorrow… got to be in wardrobe for six... "

"Uh-huh."

I'm going to kill her. Right before I put myself out of my misery.

I am in so much trouble.

She laughed. Bloody laughed. "It's pretty clear to me what's going on, Edward, but I'm going to let you work it out for yourself! Pleasant dreams, little brother." I could hear the smirk in her voice.

Yeah, definitely going to kill her. Next time, I'll call Emmett.

"Good night, Alice."

I would stop thinking about the conflicting, intriguing, infuriating Ms Swan. I would.

And I did. Around two a.m.

My last thought before I finally fell into an exhausted sleep was that these were going to be the longest fucking four days of my life.