If you can, try to read previous chapters first, mainly three-five because I changed some last names around and other plotty things like that..

I am so sorry. But a promise is a promise. I will not abandon this story.

CHAPTER SIX

I sat on the edge of my bed, facing out towards the glass doors of the balcony, watching the rain drizzle down on London town. I had long since finished cleaning my hotel room, and had even managed a bath to calm my nerves from my stressful morning.

But there was no hiding it, I was lonely and horrifically homesick. Only a day and a half in and I missed my bed and my blonde goddess of a roommate more than anything. I had no idea what I was going to wear to the set tomorrow, but I knew I had to wear something 'decent,' as Tanya so gently pointed out.

What do you even wear to a movie set? A freaking ball gown?

Thankfully, Angela would be here soon to take me out shopping for some clothes, and give me some guidance on what to expect tomorrow on set. She was so much more experienced at all this than I was, so her advice would be invaluable.

I chanced a glance back at the mirror over my hotel dresser and gave that nervous, pale girl of my reflection a stiff glare. You need to get it together, go shopping for some stupid outfits and then sit on a set and wipe the oil from Tanya's dumb face. No problem.

I pulled at my knee high lace-up boots once again adjusting my jeans underneath them. I had always thought I had pretty good taste, I always angled for a more quiet, tasteful ensemble rather than the alternatively loud getup, my whole life. I always looked very put together, without looking as if I had spent my entire morning picking it all out.

My beliefs were heavily rooted in comfort-over-stylish when it came to shopping for new pieces. Like heels, for instance. Those tall torture devices are beautiful, they just are. Whether it be a pair Jimmy Choo stunners in gold, or perhaps black Christian Louboutin's with that trademark crimson sole? Le sigh. But alas, since I could barely walk a straight line without eating some major gravel, I was cursed to wander the earth as an avid shoe addict-without the satisfaction of ever actually getting to wear my favorites-for eternity.

Just then, there was a faint knock on the door, pulling me out of my brief shoe related stupor. Giving that girl in the mirror one more serious look, I got up, adjusted my high pony tail and navy trench coat, and got the door.

"Hey Bella! Are you ready to hit the stores? The rain is clearing up so we will actually be able to walk around the streets of the city too. Maybe even grab some fish and chips," Angela giggled.

I laughed at that one, "I don't know about the fish, but chips I'll definitely go for!"

Shutting the door behind me, Angela and I walked in comfortable silence until we finally got out to the street, the doorman obligingly opening the double glass doors for us.

A cool chill bustled through the air just at that moment, throwing Angela's hair into the air and causing me to pull my deep plum scarf tighter around my neck.

"Brr. How is my fellow Arizonian doing with this crazy arctic cold? We are just so spoiled back in the states with the heat," Angela smiled as she showed me to the black town car that waited for us at the curb.

Climbing in I said, "I used to visit my dad back in Washington every summer growing up, and still make the journey down there for holidays so this chilly weather I can definitely handle. It's the rain I dislike, ugh, I just hate anything cold and wet."

"Oh Bella you're so funny! I know exactly what you mean."

"Okay so, Ang what type of hideous, sadistic places will you be taking me today for our shopping excursion?" I said, my face heating as I imagined having to actually try all this stuff on in front of strangers.

"You're so bad, we are just going to hit a few of the major designer outlets and then whichever smaller boutiques you wish to check out. You will have so much fun, I mean, when else are you going to be able to shop on your boss' dime?" She dished, looking more excited as the minutes ticked by.

I, however, just could not get over the generosity of Kate's offer. I was never good at accepting expensive gifts from family or friends, I had always preferred buying things for them instead.

Just a few minutes in the car and we were already pulling to a stop, and much to my chagrin, we were parked just out front of Burberry.

Burberry equals mucho dinero.

The driver, Alec, came around to us and reached his hand to me and Angela helping us out and onto the sidewalk.

"I'll give you a call when we're ready for you to come pick us up and take us to our next destination!" Angela chirped before dragging me into the store where a tall, slender blonde woman eyed us.

"Uhm, yes how exactly can I help you ladies today?" She mumbled, clearly bored with us already.

"Yes, hello I am here under Kate Daniels' account," the sales woman eyes bulged a little at Angela's mentioning Kate, "and we are here to get our new-hire, whom works under Tanya Denali, you know of course the movie star, some work appropriate apparel."

That was some major name dropping.

"Oh my, excuse me ladies I had no idea. My name is Lily, please, how can I assist you today?"

"Lily, yes, we are looking for some heels, coats, and other such pieces that Ms. Swan here will feel comfortable in while also looking professional while on set with Tanya," Angela ordered, her eyes taking on a wicked gleam.

"Absolutely! Ms. Swan if you could please follow me to the back I will take some measurements and get started on putting together some looks for you," Lily crooned, placing her slender arm around to my back and leading me to the dressing rooms.

"I don't really-" I began.

"Please pay no mind to Ms. Swan, Lily. Just pick out whatever is the best you have in store and that will fit her perfectly. You know exactly how Ms. Daniels' wants all of her employees to look," Angela waved her wrist as if to banish all of my worries and future complaints about the prices.

"Certainly, Ms. Weber," Lily murmured before scurrying off to the front of the store.

I stood there in the dressing room, which was adorned with an ebony curtain, and took in the three full length mirrors set side by side along a single wall, a small platform raised right in front of the glass.

I knew fashion, I did not need Lily to go pick out my clothes like I were a child. This was ridiculous, I know what looks good on my body and what will work for me.

Stepping out back through the curtain, I noticed Angela seated on the velvet couch beside a white paneled mantel which encased a large flat screen that showed shots of Burberry's recent runway showcase, fingering the keyboard on her iPhone.

I took a breath and began, "Lily, excuse me, but could you just get me that fantastic Double Duchess Caped trench coat, in white and black, from your Winter 2013 collection, a few of your embellished collared shirts in whichever colors you prefer, a small in the black embroidered lace shirt that I saw on the mannequin up front, and that peplum pencil skirt in taupe and a pair of black trousers, please."

Both women stood and seated, respectively, gaped at me in shock. Surprised by my being able to get that all out on one breath, or even knowing the designers' pieces without having to be shown and taught at all, I don't know. But in any case, Angela had settled her ogled expression into a satisfied smirk, and Lily had turned on her heel to get everything I had requested.

An hour and a half later I teetered out of the store with a new patent leather pumps that both women had all but shoved onto my feet, and bags upon bags hanging from our arms as Alec rushed to help us into the car with our purchases.

"Whew! Bella I've got to say, you surprised the hell out of me back there! Who knew you could speak Burberry," Angela laughed, throwing her head back and patting my knee in beaming pride.

"Yeah, yeah, well I may not always be dripping in labels but I definitely keep myself up to date on the latest trends and collections. I mean, hello, Project Runway?" I smiled sheepishly. Rose always made fun of me for my obsession with my reality television shows.

"Well, you most certainly made my day back there, so I shall reward you! Look out your window and pick any small, vintage or no, boutique you want to go to next."

Hm.

"How about, Lucy in Disguise?" I said, nervous of my selection.

Angela gave me a big toothy grin, "Yes that's perfect. Alec stop here on Lexington Street?"

The store was gorgeous, the store front was glittering in the gold shimmering sequins pressed to the outside of it, even in this gloomy England weather. The inside was warm and spacious; at your first turn you saw vintage clothing from the twenties, and on the other side, a full array of trendy pieces.

That's when I saw it: on the far back wall, on a single black hanger was the most beautiful dress I had ever before seen in my life. It was velvet and was a deep, dark emerald green, with a sweetheart neckline and it had a ruche detail that swept the extra fabric up to create an elegant gathering.

I don't know how long I stood there leering at this dress before Angela finally came around to me scooped up the last size 4 and took it up to the register. I spun back around to chase her down and before I could utter one objection, she thrust her manicured hand into my face and told me to, "Hush."

She handed me the bag, which also held that pair of sleek leather pants I had tried on, and took my hand, leading me out the door.

"Angela, where will I ever be able to wear-"

"Nonsense, Bella. Kate always has parties and especially since you will be serving her highness Tanya, you will definitely need that dress," She continued, punctuating each word.

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Pulling back up to the hotel, Angela had the bellman take all of my bags up to my room while we visited the in house restaurant nestled beside the lobby called, Rhodes Twenty Four.

Grabbing the chair next to the window which faced the city, which was now once again facing the sheets of rain, Angela began sharing her horror and glory stories from her experiences as Kate's assistant. As she shared tale after tale, I became increasingly more confident in my own ability to tackle this job with Tanya. There was nothing that I myself had thought of, or worried about that Angela herself hadn't when she first started out.

"Trust me Bella, you will do fine. I know she seems a little rough around the edges, Kate is the most amazing boss you will probably ever have, and she and I are always here for you," Angela concluded, reaching across the table to touch my hand gently.

It really warmed me to have such support from two people I had quite literally just met a few days ago. Being from a family who never really expressed their affections openly to one another, to have Angela show me this sign of kindness so quickly, it almost had me choked up.

"So Angela, I've got to ask. What's up with that Edward guy?" I had tried to sound casual about it but as soon as it was out in the air, I realized I had not come out with it as gracefully as I had intended. I sounded desperate, and I'm sure my red face said as much as well.

Angela merely smirked and leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea before saying, "Edward Cu-Masen, excuse me, is an interesting man to say in the least. He is incredibly intelligent, wickedly charming and pretty hilarious when he wants to be. Kate loathes to admit it, but she loves her stepbrother and hates that he lives over here the majority of the year."

"I had no idea Kate had any brothers or sisters. I don't have any siblings, neither of my parents ever had any more children after they divorced," I replied.

"Yes, they are all very close, Edward actually has a biological sister, Alice, who is also Kate's stepsister. So they have like, their own little Brady Bunch," Angela laughed quietly at that before continuing, "Her mother Esme got married to his father Carlisle after she fell down a steep hill and broke her ribs upon many other things. She was near death and he saved her. Quite romantic, if you ask me," she sighed.

How romantic, indeed. I had never really believed in a love at first sight type of thing but even I had to hand it to Dr. Cullen.

"So, I believe you have a date with Mr. Masen tonight?"

And there it was.

"Uhhh, yeah, I-I mean it's not a date it's just-Edward's just-just showing me around London...make sure I know my way around, you know? So I don't get lost when I'm out running, Tanya's, you know, errands," I explained, completely and embarrassingly flustered.

Angela snickered into her tea cup, nodding as she set it back down on the tiny little white saucer.

"Sure Bella, of course. But since Kate herself asked me to, I must warn you, don't get caught up in the all consuming presence of Edward Masen. He means well, I think, but he is a bit of a play boy and I don't-"

"Ang! Ang, no, no. I-I don't actually-No, this is just a friend thing. He's just being...helpful," I stammered.

"Oh, yes, of course," Angela conceded, though I wasn't so sure I had her convinced.

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P.S. I revamped my previous chapters, those were just a hideous disaster, both grammatically and not. If you have time, maybe go check it out. Plus I reworked some other plot stuff, like who's related to who and changed the name of Tanya's movie to
Once More.
ALSO
I have a picture of the green dress Bella picks up at Lucy in Disguise, which is in fact an actual store in London, on my profile.