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Chapter 9-From Despair to Amusement
BPOV
Alice had
finally managed to pull me off the couch. I reluctantly let her dress
me in one of her newest outfits for me. I was so sad I didn't
notice what it was until she was finished.
"How do you like it?" she asked happily.
"Like it!" I stormed over to the mirror. I was dressed in an extremely frilly dress, which was covered in bows and sequins.
I plopped down on the couch. "You told me we were going for a walk, not competing in the Who-Can-Bust-Their-Budget-With-The-Frilliest-Dress-Known-To-Mankind contest!"
Alice simply laughed. "It looks wonderful, Bella. Besides, I didn't say we were just going for a walk."
I gasped in horror. "You mean I have to walk in this?"
"Of course not, silly. I would never let you go out in Chicago in February in just a sleeveless dress and bare feet!"
Before I could say that was not what I had meant, she had put my feet in four-inch white Gucci heels.
"How much did those cost?" I managed to choke out.
"Money is no object, dear Bella. Wait a minute, you forgot your coat."
I paused, and then sighed in relief when I saw she had a simple black trench coat that completely covered all the frills and bows.
"You never told me where we were going, Alice," I told her as she pushed me out the door, and then shut it so she could change.
"I know."
Her laugh suddenly seemed very frightening to me.
RPOV
I tapped my foot against the almost frozen pavement and made an angry noise. Alice was taking way too long with Bella. She had told me she was going to tell Bella that we were going for a walk. As if. Alice would never let anyone walk in whatever she considered "haute couture." We were taking my baby-my beautiful red convertible.
Personally, I felt sorry for Bella. I had seen that dress, and it was even worse than what my poor, slightly demented, aunt Nellie had given me to wear to my best friend's birthday party when I was eight. That was saying something, since I spilt juice and ice cream cake in one of the enormous bows, and you couldn't even tell it was there.
But enough about my family matters. Getting back to Bella. We were taking her to a dance downtown. We needed to take her mind off the mystery man-not that we weren't going to find him. Rosalie Lillian Hale never goes down without a fight. We just wanted to make sure that she pushed him to the back of her mind so that when we started searching for him, she wouldn't think anything was suspicious.
Finally, Bella and Alice came out the front door. Alice was beaming, and Bella was scowling.
As usual.
"How are you today, Miss Negative Nancy?" I teased her as I got into the car.
She grimaced.
"I just hope I can survive tonight."
EPOV
I couldn't help it. I was so sad about the whole mystery girl thing I stayed in my pajamas all morning, eating fudge ripple ice cream and watching Saturday morning cartoons.
Emmett and Jasper burst in at about eleven, bringing the strong smell of perfume and burgers with them.
"You met girls, and you brought me lunch?" I guessed.
"Right-o, Ed-o," replied Em, putting a large McDonald's bag down on the coffee table.
I gestured to the many boxes all around us.
"I suppose the unpacking is going to have to wait until after you tell me all about them."
Jazz fell on an armchair. "Her name is Mary Alice Brandon, but she goes by Alice. She has black hair in a bob cut, and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. She was born July 9th, 1986. Her favorite color is pink, and she loves to go shopping."
I interrupted him. "You got all of this in about twenty minutes?"
"More importantly, you know the words bob cut?"
Jazz threw a pillow at Emmett.
"What about you, lover boy? I saw you getting funky with that girl."
Emmett pretended to sigh dreamily, and sprawled over the armchair. "Her name is Rosalie; she's got blonde hair and pale blue eyes, and she is the most beautiful, funny, smart, delightful-"
I interrupted again. "Gosh, Emmett we get it. You're in love. Now shut your face."
Emmett made a face at me and whispered to Jasper, "That means he's really fallen pretty hard for that girl. That's what Dr. Phil would say."
I became the second person to throw a pillow at Emmett that day.
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