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TwiFii

Before I knew it, time had flown by, and it was my last night of being Isabella Swan, the human definition of the word klutz.

I would still be stunningly uncoordinated, like a bull in a china shop, but I hardly doubted that it would change-even when I became a cool, beautiful (if anyone can actually modify my plain looks) vampire. I would probably slip on wet grass or something while hunting in the woods and fall onto my prey, squishing it to death, instead of pouncing on it like the rest of the fluid Cullens. Hey-at least I would still 'catch' my prey, right?

But still. From the following day onwards, I would no longer hold the title of being the world no.1 award of being the clumsiest human alive by the name of Isabella Swan, but by Isabella Cullen. And I couldn't wait. Jake had agreed (albeit a little too reluctantly for my liking) to be my best man.

Not for the wedding ceremony. That was, in fact, one of the scariest things I would do in my whole life. Maybe even number 4. 3rd being the day inside the Volturi's cave. The night that Victoria's army had attacked was number 2. And first?

Simple: going shopping with Alice. Even if she did have a cute, innocent little face, that tiny pixie was lethal. And I wasn't just talking about her venom.

No one had the same level of persuasion skill like Alice. Only Edward had the special effect on me, since he was so handsome that he dazzled me into answering questions that made me regret it later on. And it partially had to do with the fact that I was blindly in love with him. Of course, not as blind as he was to me; the ordinary looking girl. Did vampires need glasses? Because if any of them did, it was Edward. If he actually used his senses to look at me, he would probably dash off to Alaska or something and never come back. Someone as boring as me didn't deserve a guy as gorgeous as Edward.

I knew that it was trouble when my soon-to-be sister in law came skipped over to our house and rapped on the front door. This meant that she was desperate for me to do something... and that meant getting Charlie's permission. Something that Charlie would allow... and something that I wouldn't like.

I was still pondering the outcome of little Alice's visit when Charlie called me down to the kitchen. I wasn't surprised to see my second favourite vampire (first, of course, being Edward) sitting opposite him, blowing on her nails that were coated with varnish the colour of candy apples. That was the only type of make-up Alice applied most of the time. I guess having bones like steel meant that they wouldn't deteriorate even if you slithered them with any kind of chemical. She was naturally charming, and it wouldn't do her any good if she just powdered herself with foundation. Although, being Alice, she would be able to pull it off without so much a problem as a mascara fleck.

Which meant that most of the time, I became her experiment, where she tried to glamorize me. To my astonishment, sometimes, it actually worked. What was I saying; it worked all the time.

But that didn't mean I enjoyed sitting rigidly on a seat in Alice's bigger-than-bedroom-sized closet, getting poked and prodded by evil brushes that claimed that they would enhance someone's beauty. I really wondered why the Cullens had them, when they were all so inhumanely beguiling without the help of those lying products. Maybe it was just for decoration; Alice seemed like the kind of girl who would like sparkly glass and perfume bottles would just be perfect for her collection. And guess who she sprayed it on to get it empty?

"Bella," Charlie started, expecting me to pick up from where they had left their conversation. "tonight's your last night of being Bella Swan."

Oh, didn't I know that. I waited for more... maybe even an awkward emotional outburst, but nothing came. Finally, I said, "I don't know what you're getting at."

Alice sighed, the sound unfairly sweet, as though she were a teacher patiently trying to teach a kindergarten child why eating dirt wasn't healthy.

Charlie looked kind of uncomfortable. "Well, Bella, Alice was telling me what girls usually do on the night before they get married and..." Nervous, I darted a look at Alice. What was she up to, now?

"We're having a sleepover tonight, Bella," Alice cheered. My eyes betrayed me and widened in horror. I didn't need the handy gift of seeing the future to see myself getting dragged around the largest mall within the continent, getting piled with cloths until I wouldn't be able to see where I was going. Alice was going to take me shopping.

Great. My last night of being Bella Swan, and I was going to spend it being a human guinea pig for Alice's vivacious fun.

"Yeah. Since from tomorrow onwards, you won't have many more, seeing as you'll probably hopping into bed with Edward," Charlie grunted, like we teenagers were slaves to our hormones. Whatever. He had been watching too many father documentaries. He really needed to be able to tell the difference between actors and people in real life.

Okay. Maybe I was. But it wasn't fair that Edward got accused of being horny. I mean, technically, he was already over one hundred years of age. And he had refused to 'make love' to me until I became a vampire, since he was so sure that he would rip my head off in the process.

What Charlie didn't know was that I was already 'slept' with Edward; almost every single night. Only nothing happened underneath the covers, apart from occasional kisses. Which was sweet, but didn't kind of woke me up in the process most of the time. But Charlie didn't need to know that. It had already been bad enough when we (Edward) had told him about our engagement. No need to see his reaction when he heard that the guy was sneaking into his daughter's bedroom every night. I loved my dad, and didn't want him to die of a stroke or something, especially if it was going to be my fault.

I glared daggers at Alice. I had already given up on trying to take control of my wedding-which was now in her hands like play dough. Did she have to make torture me in this way, too?

"We can go to Seattle," Alice squealed, ignoring the look I gave her the way I had learnt to ignore Lauren. "Oh, Bella, this is going to be so much fun!"

Charlie looked like he wanted to laugh. I scowled. As a father, he ought to at least look a little more sympathetic towards his daughter, who was going to be dressed until she never wanted to get changed again. After all, the gene that feared shopping was obviously from his side. I eyed the fishing rod in the corner, and instantly knew why he was so keen to get rid of me; he was going fishing. I vaguely recalled him telling me about some sort of overnight cruise that he and Billy were going on. He didn't want me to spend my last night of being Bella Swan at home alone. Or with Edward, for that matter. So he decided to throw me to Alice. He gave the phrase, 'feed them to the sharks' a new meaning.

"Fine," I sighed in defeat, seeing that it was either the Cullens' place or mine. Alice did have a wonderful bed, even if she didn't sleep on it. I stood up, indicating that the conversation was over. "let me go pack, then."

Alice grabbed my arm before I could leave. Seeing the smirk on her face, I shivered. "Oh no, Bella," she simpered, and I instantly knew that I was in the danger zone. "Don't. Let me treat you tonight." The word treat seemed to have a double meaning to it. I took it as that she meant to treat me with a makeover, which she would get all the pleasure from. Fabulous.

"Awsome," I replied sarcastically, but Charlie, unlike Edward, didn't have a radar to pick up sarcasm. He barely noticed how disappointed I looked as he all but kicked me out of the door. Alice didn't ask my permission (she knew that I would protest) as she picked me up like I weighed as much as air instead of a person and loaded me into her canary yellow car like luggage. Her eyes were the colour of butterscotch, and I knew that she had fed recently.

"Aren't you excited?" she giggled, eyes on me. My eyes nearly popped seeing how fast she was going, and I could feel the blood drain from my face. But that was the Cullens to you- driving fast and never getting into accidents.

"No," I said monotone. Whichever girl was interested in shopping was not named Bella Swan. Or Bella Cullen-whatever. The point was that I hated sport, and they say, 'shop till you drop'. I would probably trip over some ridiculous and impractical shoes she would get me in the shopping centre, taking at least three poor victims down with me. I could see the newspaper heading now: Girl in high heels trips over flat ground and injures people. Security was called to the crisis immediately.

Ugh. How embarrassing. I smiled wickedly at the thought of how Alice would be punished if any harm came to me.

I was surprised when we stopped over by the Cullen household and Jasper got in. "Hey sister," he greeted me as he leaned in and gave Alice a kiss on the cheek. Jasper had been warming up to me and I felt good about it. The only time things got awkward was when I was left in a room alone with Rosalie, whom I was sure was still against my idea of becoming an immortal. But perhaps she would feel a little better about me once she learnt that I was delaying the process another few years. I needed her to like me if I was going to be living with her for the rest of my life... err, existence.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the car, cut once too often by Alice making the most useless comments in the history of vampires. I just sat on the leather, wondering why her husband was accompanying us on our trip, but thought it was rude to ask the brooding movie star lookalike who was sitting behind us. Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned back and twisted my head to focus on Jasper. "Nothing personal, but why are you coming shopping with us? Do you enjoy it?"

Both Jasper and Alice laughed; bass and soprano. "Bella, Jasper is coming shopping with us so that he can give you feedback on clothes. He knows exactly what Edward would like," Alice laughed. My heart stopped at the word shopping. I was never going to get used to it.

"Oh..." it took me some time to process that. When I did, I choked. "What?" I did a quick calculation. Alice+Jasper+scary shopping mall+ Bella... the outcome didn't seem too good. Why was Edward allowing this?

"Don't worry," Jasper was trying his best to wipe off the huge grin on his face. He winked, looking even more glamorous than his usual model self. "I have an excellent sense of style."

This time, I think that everyone within 10km radius heard my shriek.

Sorry, I do know that I promised everyone that this chapter will be about Alice's shopping... but I just HAD to build up the suspense. If I am feeling generous, shopping will only last 2 or 3 chapters...

Check out chapter 7:

She made it sound like she were a police arresting a criminal. Only there was nothing criminal about protesting against being forced into going somewhere opposed to going over your dead body-and even after that. It was just so funny, watching Bella Swan spend her last day being a Swan throwing a tantrum in the Parking in a shopping centre in Seattle-not.