Bella's POV
I sighed contentedly as I snuggled closer to Edward's cool chest. His arms wrapped tighter around me and he planted a kiss on my forehead.
"We should get you ready," he murmured softly into my hair.
"Mmm mmm," I groaned. I wasn't in the mood to move any time soon. Even if it meant missing a concert.
"I'm sure Monsieur Neal would have something to say about your abrupt cancel," Edward mused as he sat up, pullingme with him.
"As if I care," I huffed. "That old bat isn't fit to run this place."
Edward chuckled and kissed my forehead. "That doesn't change anything."
I crossed my arms and pouted.
"What if I wanted to stay here and kiss you all night long?"
He looked thoughtful for a moment, and for a second, I actually thought he was caving. But then he smiled cockily and picked me up bridal style.
"We have after the show to do that. And you're cute when you pout," he laughed.
He carried to my room and sat me down on the large canopy bed.
"Behave for Alice and I'll see you before you go on," he promised as he kissed the tip of my nose.
"That's blackmail," I said pointedly. He simply shrugged.
He turned to go, but I caught the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him back to me. I rose to my knees and pressed my lips to his.
I kissed him passionately and just as I was about to pull back, when his arms snaked around my waist and he returned the kiss with as much heat and fire that I'd given him.
We stayed there like that for awhile, just kissing each other, and then slowly he pulled away; a crooked smile on his beautiful face.
"Doesn't change anything."
I frowned.
"After all that, nothing?"
He nodded.
"Sorry, love," he whispered, brushing a cold finger across my cheek. "It'll take more than a breath-taking kiss for me to allow you to miss a performance."
I scoffed and shoved him away.
He chuckled and exited the room, leaving me alone until the wicked pixie would release her wrath on me.
While I waited, I wandered to the giant oak wardrobe that stood in the corner. I dug around in there through the hundreds of dresses and skirts, searching for the perfect dress to wear tonight.
After five minutes I finally just gave up and closed my eyes as I reached in and grabbed the first item of clothing my hands came in contact with.
When I opened my eyes, I was pleased with my pick. It was a low-cut, midnight blue evening dress that flowed to the floor elegantly.
"Perfect,"I whispered to myself.
"I'll say."
I dropped the dress and spun around, my hands instantly flying to my neck.
"It's just me!" Alice mused, putting her hands up and mock surrender. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding and stooped down to pick up the fallen dress.
"Little on edge, Bella?"
I shook my head.
"You just scared me. That's all."
She smirked and pointed to a chair.
"Sit."
And without a single word, Alice got to work.
When the dreaded concert was finally over and I had just finished locking the final door, Edward stepped from the shadows. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek.
"You were absolutely magnificent tonight, love," he murmured and his lips trailed from my temple to my chin.
I laughed. "And my posture?"
"Without flaw."
"Glad to hear it," I sighed as I leaned against him. I waited for him to say something, but he just stood there; not even looking at me.
"Edward?"
He let go me and walked over to the bulletin board where Jeff had just hung up the next weeks flyer's and announcements. He stood there for a minute, staring at one, before pulling it off of the board and walking back to me.
"Bella?"
"What?"
He looked up from the flyer and smiled slyly.
"Can you sing?"
I narrowed my eyes. "A little. Why?"
"How do you feel about opera?"
"I don't know!" I cried exasperated. "Why? What does it say?"
His smile grew even bigger as he handed me the red and black flyer.
"The Paris Opera House anounces the Phantom Of The Opera...."
I stopped reading and looked up at the dazzling vampire that stood before me.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
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