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Royalty wouldn't be royalty without peasants, servants, and basically the rest of the kingdom beneath them. Hence the reason that everyone beneath them is almost as important as the queen.

However, when the servants-- and the family-- of our dear princess wish to help her, they could accidentally be plotting mutiny.

Mutiny [noun, plural -nies, verb, -nied, -ny⋅ing]

-noun

Rebellion against any authority, especially highly paid, top of their rank fashionistas who do not want any help.

Bella Swan

Rosalie and Alice insisted on coming with me.

"We don't want our little Bella having unprotected sex," Alice teased, pinching my cheeks. "Well, not until we meet him, first!"

Rosalie laughed as she pulled her long, honey blond hair into a high ponytail. "Yeah, Bells. Remember what they taught us in middle school!"

I rolled my eyes. That was the problem of having your two best friends as your roommates. They were always in your business.

"Whatever," I mumbled, grabbing my purse. "Come on, let's go."

Rosalie and Alice followed, Alice carrying a sketch book. I knew she wouldn't give up on this dress, even if she could never sleep again.

Edward lived about five minutes away from our apartment. It was an easy walk, and I could feel my heart race with each step. Finally, we reached the thick oak door to his apartment. I rapped on the door twice before he opened it.

The scent of cologne tickled my nose, making me sniff harder. Edward chuckled softly, obviously noticing my antics. I blushed and glanced down at the carpeted floor.

"Hi," I whispered softly.

"Hey," he replied, cracking the door open wider. "Come on in."

I followed him in, Alice and Rosalie on my tail.

"And who are these two lovely ladies?" he asked, turning to face my roommates.

Rosalie crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. Alice stepped forward and hugged him.

"I'm Alice," she chirped happily.

Though he was caught off guard by the pixie's happy mood, he hugged her back. Alice pranced back to her position next to Rosalie.

"Rosalie," Rose said coldly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Edward," he replied in the same tone.

Damn you, Rose! I screamed in my head.

I stared at my feet as I shuffled them, not daring to meet his intense gaze. Luck must have been on my side today when the doors burst open, revealing two men. The first was burly with curly locks of short brown hair. The second had blond hair and piercing blue eyes that were almost hypnotic.

"Are we having a party?!" Burly One boomed. "Why didn't you invite me, Eddie-poo!"

"Emmett," Edward groaned. "How many times have I told you to shut the fuck up?"

Burly One-- who I assumed was 'Emmett'-- turned his gaze to the floor, his expression saddened. "I dunno. A lot."

"And how many times did you listen?" Edward pressed.

"I dunno," he said glumly. "Never."

"Exactly."

Emmett brightened up. "EXACTLY!"

He ran into the room, leaping onto the cardboard coloured couch in the family room. Edward groaned as Blondie followed him in, stopping in front of us.

"I apologize," Blondie said. "That's my cousin, Emmett Cullen. He can be childish at times and extremely immature. I'm Jasper Whitlock, by the way."

"Alice Brandon," Alice swooned, stepping forward to shake his hand-- and nearly falling into his arms. "It's lovely to meet you."

"Rosalie Hale," Rosalie said with mock politeness.

"Bella Swan."

Jasper and Emmett paused, turning to stare at me with wide eyes. Everything fell silent-- and uncomfortable-- as they all studied me. Emmett was the one who broke the silence with his enthusiasm.

"Whoa, bitch!" he exclaimed. "You're Nessie's new assistant!"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah--"

"We've heard so much about you!" he squealed, pulling me into a bone-crushing bear hug. Oxygen seemed to drain from my body as I tried to catch a breath in his iron grasp. Edward pulled him away before I started turning blue.

"Dude!" he yelled, slapping him on the shoulder. "You're going to crush her!"

"What?" Emmett asked innocently. "I was just giving her a hug."

I smiled, holding up a hand. "It's okay. Really."

Edward gripped my shoulders from behind and steered me away from Emmett.

"I'm assuming you don't want to suffocate," he whispered in my ear.

I smiled as he sat me down on a royal blue recliner (which didn't match anything). Edward's overprotective trait was definitely cute.

Alice was standing by the high tech radio system (a luxury we couldn't afford), flipping through radio stations. Most were just boring chat, which infuriated her. She threw the small black remote on the ground, letting a scream of frustration out.

"This sucks!" she griped. "Nothing is on!"

Edward laughed as he sauntered over towards her. "Well, there used to be a wall of CD's there, but we've gone high tech since." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small black iPod nano and pressed it into her hands.

"Plug it into the top," he advised her.

Alice found a socket at the top of the shiny black dome that rested on top of the black column and plugged the iPod in. Music began to flow out of the other vertical columns that flanked its sides. I recognize the popular dance song-- Evacute The Dance Floor-- and began to hum along.

"You listen to Cascada?" I asked incredulously, smiling widely.

If I didn't know better, I could have sworn he was blushing a slight pink. "Well, it is a popular song."

"Well, are we going to start this meeting or not?" Alice asked impatiently.

"What meeting?" Emmett questioned.

Rosalie grinned. "Operation Love Machine." She waggled her thin, perfectly plucked eyebrows.


Renesmee Cullen

I was still peeved about losing the feature dress. Mauve was on lockdown, and it still never showed up. Jessica hadn't shown up all day, never even called off. As I stomped down the concrete sidewalk, I was fuming.

It's okay, Renesmee, I kept thinking to myself. It's just a dress... It will show up by tomorrow... But you still have the special edition deadline to meet in a month!

Will you shut up?! The other half of my brain yelled.

Emotions must have been playing across my face, because people kept shooting me weird glances. That only made my heels slam down harder onto the pavement.

"Mommy, look!" I heard a little girl yell. "Look, it's Renesmee Cullen!"

I tried to pretend like I didn't hear it, but she began to call to me.

"Renesmee Cullen!"

I stopped, plastering the fakest smile possible on my face. Her face lit up as she raced over to me, her short black pigtails bobbing up and down. She engulfed me in a flying hug, surprising me with her eagerness.

"Oh, my gosh!" she gushed. "I love your clothes! You're my hero! I have a subscription to Mauve, but Mommy says I'm too small to fit in any of the clothes." She cupped her hands over her mouth. "So I buy Miley Cyrus at Wal-Mart."

I mentally cringed at the word "Wal-Mart".

"That's great," I smiled. "It's nice to see a concern for fashion in the youth today."

"I want to be a designer, just like you," she continued. "I think you're the coolest!"

Wow. I must be the newest member to the Jonas Brothers or something.

"Well, thank you sweetie," I said politely.

"Bree," her mother scolded. "Don't be bothering Miss Cullen."

Bree smiled at me before turning reluctantly to her mother, taking her hand as they headed down the street.

"But Mommy! You said that's why celebrities go out in public! For popularity!"

I tried to hide my scowl as I continued my evening.


Leah and her brother, Seth, met me later that evening for dinner. We went to Babbo, a fancy Italian restaurant on Waverly Place. I skimmed through the menu, while Seth kept giggling about how they had lamb's tongue vinaigrette. A waitress came over to take our order. I can't say I approved of her uniform made up of black pants, a white shirt, and a black apron, but that was just me.

"Hello," she said, placing coasters on the table. "My name is Carmen, I'll be your server today. Are you ready to order?"

"I'll start!" Seth declared, his hand shooting into the air. "I want... warm lamb's tongue vinaigrette with the mushrooms and egg!" His hand slammed against the table as he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Seth, shut up," Leah ordered him, slapping the back of his head. She turned back to the waitress. "I'll have the Pig Foot "Milanese"with rice beans and Arugula."

Seth roared with more laughter at the words "pig foot". Dumbass.

"And I'll have Duck Bresaola with asparagus and parmigiano," I said, ignoring Seth's idiotic laughter.

"Right away," she said, turning back to the kitchen.

Curious eyes kept flickering in my direction as we engaged in light conversation. Leah's real estate job was thriving, which was always good to hear. Her boss even gave her a promotion, which she was incredibly giddy about.

Seth had his BlackBerry hidden under the table while he texted, which seemed to peak my interest.

"What are you doing there, Sethy?" I asked, staring pointedly at the phone. "You seem pretty absorbed in that phone."

Seth blushed a little, turning his head back towards the kitchen. "When's the food coming? Shouldn't they have come out with a salad or something by now?"

Leah reached over and snatched up the phone, tossing it to me.

"Hey!" Seth complained. "Give it back!"

One new text message. The screen read. I pressed the "read" button.

LOL, no wayyy!!!
And a movie sounds great! What time?

Message From: Laurel Reed

"Who's Laurel?" I asked curiously, handing the phone over to Leah.

Leah scrolled through the message, suddenly overcome with the giggles. What was wrong with this family?

"Does Sethy have a girlfriend?!" she squealed.

My eyes widened. "What girl would date you?"

"Ha, ha, Nessie," he said sarcastically. "Very funny. I'll let you know that I get lots of dates."

"No you don't," Leah retorted.

"Yes, I do," Seth said once more, snatching the phone back. "How would you know?"

With one look at each other, Leah and I burst into laughter. Seth feigned hurt as he crossed his arms. "What?"

"You-- date--" Leah giggled.

"You-- lots of dates--" I chuckled.

"It's not like you ever go on dates, Nessie," Seth pointed out.

I stopped laughing, my face suddenly composed. My nose wrinkled as I glared at the white fabric napkin on my plate.

"Seth...," Leah said slowly.

"I... um... I need to go to the bathroom," I said, getting up to excuse myself.

Seth Clearwater

I hid my BlackBerry beneath the table. Laurel-- a girl I met back at Harvard-- was texting me while we waited. Excitement pulsed through my veins. She seemed so out of my league, but she was so down to earth. A goofy grin formed on my face as I pounded out a reply to her latest text.

Hey, you're in New York? Me, too!

Message From: Laurel Reed

No way! And did you know they serve lamb tongue vinaigrette?!?!
Wanna see a movie Friday? My treat.

Message From: Seth Clearwater

"What are you doing there, Sethy?" Nessie asked, using Leah and her pet name for me as a child. She glanced fown pointedly at my phone. "You seem pretty absorbed in that phone."

I blushed a little, turning back towards the kitchen. Change the subject, Seth. "When's the food coming? Shouldn't they have come out with a salad or something by now?"

Honestly and truly my diversion could've worked-- if Leah hadn't stolen my phone.

"Hey!" I complained. "Give it back!"

Ignoring me, Nessie pressed a few buttons, her eyes scanning the words.

"Who's Laurel?" she asked innocently, handing the phone over to Leah. Leah read the message, giggling once she was done.

"Does Sethy have a girlfriend?!" she teased.

Nessie's eyes widened in shock. "Who would date you?!"

"Ha, ha, Nessie," I snapped. "I'll let you know that I get lots of dates."

"No, you don't," Leah argued.

"Yes, I do," I said smoothly. In what I hoped was a quick movement, I snatched the phone back. "How would you know?"

Leah and Ness shared a glance before bursting into a fit of giggles. I faked hurt as I crossed my arms. "What?"

"You-- date--" Leah cackled.

"You-- lots of dates--" Nessie threw in.

Like she doesn't remember that thing she had for me in high school... Well, there was no thing but she could have had one! Seth Clearwater is just too much of a man for Renesmee Cullen...

And that's the story I'm sticking to!

"It's not like you ever go on dates, Nessie," I hissed.

Laughter ceased as her face was suddenly composed. She glared at the dinner napkin on her plate, her nose wrinkled.

"Seth...," Leah said slowly but sternly.

"I... um... I need to go to the bathroom..." Nessie fled from the table, her head focused on the blood red carpeting.

Once Nessie had disappeared into the back, Leah slapped me upside the head.

"What the hell, Leah?" I asked, rubbing the burning spot.

"Don't 'what the hell, Leah' me!" she growled. "You know Nessie is sensitive about that!"

Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.

"Sorry," I mumbled, suddenly ashamed. "It just kinda slipped!"

"Don't let it slip again," she threatened. "Or else I'll tell her about that thing you had for her in high school."

Did I mention that part? I don't think I did.

I nodded vigorously, wanting to keep that part of my life hidden. But there were about three things I was absolutely positive.

First, Edward was a vampire.

Second, there was a part of him-- and I wasn't sure how dominant that part might be-- that thirsted for my blood.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Just toying with you! There's no such thing as a vampire! And, in case you haven't noticed, I like girls. Not boys.

Okay, there was one thing I was sure of, you damn party poopers.

Leah had already told Nessie about my massive high school crush on her.

Author's Note: Okay, that last part was my total spaz attack. This is still all human. I was just bored. And I don't live in New York, but I guess there really is a Babbo and it is on Waverly Place (At which point I started singing the Wizards of Waverly Place theme). The stuff they ordered is really on their menu-- including the lamb's tongue. Seth's reaction was kinda my reaction, only I would never order it. AND AND AND!!! This chapter is dedicated to Laurel (Psychic-Porsche-3) because... well there really is no reason, other than she's my dawg! LMAO. ONE LAST THING! I'm a hypocrite! I do go to Wal-Mart even though it's stuffy and overcrowded! There's nothing wrong with it, though!

Okay, done rambling. I swear!

Evacuate the dancefloor. I'm affected by the sound. Stop, this beat is killing me. Hey Mr. DJ let the music take me underground... Reviews? Comments? Click that button!

--Lauren :D