Bella's POV
"Oh my God, I can't believe she fell for it! Normally it takes a better story than that. A family member in a war, or someone dying: Something more elaborate. I mean, I could have gone on and on and on about how your brother had gone off to a war and had his foot cut off because he got shot at and it got infected. Or it could have been. . ." Alice babbled on. I laughed aloud, not stopping her rant. She deserved a little gloat time. After all, she had gotten me the dress at an outstanding price. Twenty-five hundred, just like she had promised earlier.
We walked past a pizza shop, and my mouth began to water. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until now. I tapped Alice on the shoulder, stopping her rant. "Can we--I--go get something to eat?" She nodded, and we walked into the front of the pizza shop. It was a nice place, very Italian in the decor. Red, white, and green flags hung around the room: Standing on tables, hanging from the walls, and painted on some of the ovens in the back. The walls were a light tan, and a few people sat beneath the fluorescent lighting. Alice looked around, sniffing a little here and there. She must think this place smells bad, I thought. Not to me.
I went to the end of the line, picking up a tray. It was a serve-yourself kind of shop, and that was fine by me. Looking over the pizzas, I finally decided to get a veggie slice, and a bottle of water. Alice, trying to be conspicuous, picked a sausage piece. The sausage looked freshly cut and uncooked. Perfect. For her. She grabbed a water also, and we walked up to the cashier, smiling and still chatting about her convincing lie. A voice interrupted us.
"That'll be four sixty-six, miss," the cashier said. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a five, handing it to him. The bell on the register rang, and he handed me my change. I moved up, but stopped, waiting for Alice. Glancing around the shop, I spotted a few familiar faces. I could have sworn that Mike and Tyler were sitting in the corner, engrossed in some important conversation. I wondered what they were talking about, but Alice jerked me back to reality.
"Come on, Bella. Let's get a seat." I followed her, weaving through the tables. We sat down and I began to eat. Alice picked up a piece of rare sausage and popped it in her mouth, continuing on with her story as if nothing had interrupted. I laughed internally, but acted as if I was interested. Truthfully, my thoughts were back on Edward. Alice had said that there was no trouble with the shop, but she was still keeping something from me. It had something to do with the look on her face when she said it. It was more of a smirk, not a smile. And still, I thought back to how Jasper had looked when he told Edward where they were going. It seemed to me that Alice, Jasper, and Edward knew something that I didn't. And I didn't like that. Edward and I were getting married, and he had to confide in me, right? I confided in him, and I knew I could trust him. I hope he realized the same thing.
Another voice interrupted my thoughts, and it certainly didn't belong to Alice. I looked up, seeing a black-haired guy with green eyes staring back at me.
"Hey, I'm Justin."
T o B e C o n t i n u e d . . .
R&R
