Chapter 11

"So what's the plan?" Rosalie questions, as she sits down next to me on the couch. When she found me crying in bed, even after having finished talking to my mom, she had demanded for me to get up only to move us over into the living room. And it seemed like she had just broken our promise...the one where we couldn't talk about Jacob or the wedding. Because according to her I have been bottling it all up inside and I needed to let it out.

"I'll talk to him as soon as we arrive in Seattle tomorrow," I say with resolve, already having heard my mother tell me that I needed to confront him. I wipe away the tears I still feel on my cheeks. I didn't want to cry anymore over him or over what he did to me.

"What are you going to tell him?" she asks and I appreciate that she's taking it one question at a time, but even then I'm still confused as how to answer.

"I don't know," I admit.

"You can't go in not knowing what you're going to say. That didn't go so well last time."

I bite my lip, contemplating.

"I'll tell him that I can't marry him," I nod my head as I say the words and instead of breaking down I try to control my breathing.

"There's really not going to be a wedding?" she questions as she scoots closer and starts rubbing my back. A week ago I never would have thought Rosalie cared enough about me to where she would willingly try to soothe me.

I think of how to answer her question. I simple no isn't enough to get my feelings across.

"Have you ever watched a movie where the female protagonist is with the guy you know isn't good enough for her?"

She nods her head.

"That same guy goes and does something stupid...and you're screaming at the T.V, telling her to grow some balls and leave the guy because he isn't worth all the heartbreak he causes and you know...you just know that once she forgives him he's going to go and do something just as equally stupid."

"Yeah?"

"Well it's like I'm seeing myself as that girl, but the difference is that I can hear me screaming at myself."

"Bella..."

"I can't go through with it, Rosalie. My heart is begging me to forgive him and maybe one day I will, but I know it's not going to be today or tomorrow or two weeks from now when I'm supposed to be celebrating the happiest day of my life."

"But all the preparations?"

"My mom's taking care of it."

"Are you going to move out?"

"I think so. That was the plan before. I know I need the space. Plus all my things are already packed and here with me."

"Well the room at our apartment is still there for you," she says with so much sincerity that I know that she isn't just offering out of pity.

"Thanks."

"He's going to lose his shit," she declares.

"He lost his shit two weeks ago."

"You know what I mean."

"I do, but I don't know what to tell you."

"Well, I do. It's our last night in Vegas, so no more crying and get your ass ready we're going out."

"Can we skip the strippers tonight?" I ask, lightening the mood.

"No promises," she says as she walks toward her room.

I roll my eyes as I stand up from the couch heading to my own room. I already know what I'm wearing tonight. I don't know if it's going to lift my spirits or sink me further into darkness, but I pull out my brand new white dress and smile as I place it on top of my bed.

I grab my robe and head toward the shower, knowing that there's no use in fighting with Rosalie. Tonight was our last night in Vegas and I was going to make the most of it. I wasn't going to let the problems I had waiting for me back home destroy my last night in Sin City.

After a delicious yet very expensive, but still worthy dinner at The Eiffel Tower in Paris Hotel Casino I tell Rosalie that we have to gamble for a bit because there was no way I was going to drink so soon after such a big dinner.

"We do have about an hour before we have to be somewhere, but we're going to have to gamble at our hotel."

"Rosalie..."

"No strippers, I promise. I got us tickets for Cirque du Soleil tonight."

"Really?" I ask surprise because out of all the shows there was to see here in Vegas I was surprise she went with the non-raunchy one.

"Yes, but don't look so surprise because after the show we're going over to Pure inside Caesar's Palace."

"And that is?"

"A nightclub. It's voted number one in the country and it doesn't hurt that it's open bar for us until midnight. I'm thinking we can head back to HYDE after that."

"Is it open bar there again tonight?"

"Would I take us again if it wasn't?"

I laugh as we make our way back to the Bellagio, thinking that it was going to be another one of those nights. My smile grows as I realize that I'm looking forward to it.

"I'm going to be a pro in heels by the time we're back home," I tell Rosalie as we cross the street at her pace.

"They suit that dress. I'm glad you bought them."

"Thanks... and I do mean for everything. I've been having a really good time."

"Me too."

"I've been meaning to ask you, what time does your flight leave tomorrow?"

"One something."

"Oh, good mine too. We should be on the same flight."

"It's actually a good time. We can check out by eleven and leave to the airport."

"I wish we didn't have to leave so soon," I say sincerely. This weekend with Rosalie was not only unexpected, but also very much needed. The drama happening back home has barely been on my mind.

"We can always come back. My bachelorette party shouldn't be too far off." The smile on her face let's me know that she can't wait for the day that Emmett asks for her hand. The smile on my face is genuine, but even so my heart can't help but to feel a ping of jealously. Was I ever going to forgive Jacob or was his betrayal going to cause me to live a life of solitude? Was I ever going to get my happy ending?

"Maybe you can have your own private dancer that night," I tell her trying to lighten my own dark mood.

"I wouldn't mind having Mr. Sex on Legs for the night."

"Which one was that one?"

"The one you danced with!" she says, like I should have known that that was what she had named him.

"That's what you were referring to him as?"

"Well I actually kept calling him Mr. Gluteus Maximus in my head after he took off his jeans, but either one works."

I laugh as I roll my eyes.

"Come on, Bella! I know you're not blind! I kept seeing you sneaking in glances."

"I couldn't take my eyes off him," I bravely admit.

We walk back into our hotel and head into the casino and afterward go straight to the Bellagio's Theater to watch Cirque du Soleil perform "O" and for the next couple of hours I forget all about Mr. Green Eyes.

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