Chapter 25: The Day I Restocked My Closet

Rosalie's POV

Yesterday was probably one of the most heart-wrenching days of my existence, and I was glad it was over. Plus, the whole devil thing had lifted off my daughter's shoulders, so the werewolves weren't out to get us anymore. Things had been going a lot smoother since Emmalie got "cured" or whatever, and it took a whole hell of a lot of stress out of my life, too.

Everything was new, and yet the same, so I decided to do something that tied them both together. I loved clothes and shopping—but I didn't go as insane as Alice—and my wardrobe wasn't fitting me right anymore because, obviously, I wasn't still pregnant with Emma. The next day, I decided to restock my closet. Let me point out that it wasn't the most eventful of days.

Renesmee had started playing with Emmalie that afternoon until Nessie had to go to bed. Then Emmett popped in a DVD and we watched it until Emma was asleep in my arms and I was close to crashing. Actually, I think I did crash, because I woke up on the couch that morning with Emmett surfing the TV channels on the floor next to my head.

As soon as Emma had heard me move, she ran in through the front door. "Mommy! Mommy! Come with me!" She tugged on my arm and I followed unwillingly, still in my pajamas. Emmett had dressed Emma this morning—or maybe it was Alice, since it actually had a sense of style. It was the blue smocked dress she had refused that one morning—which proved the whole demon problem was out of her life—and a pair of silver shoes with Velcro straps and a big jewel on the toe. Her curly blonde hair was braided and wrapped into two tiny buns on the top of her head. I think I could also see a thin layer of sparkles on her eyes, but I had just woken up, so that might not be there.

Alice, no doubt.

The sun was barely up, and the sunrise was magnificent. It looked like a fire in the sky, or as if a paintbrush with every warm color imaginable had streaked across the horizon. The trees were black against the wall of color, looking like the most beautiful oil painting I'd ever seen. Well, besides a few, but you can imagine what I've seen after living for almost a century.

"It's so pretty, Emma," I managed to whisper.

"Can we go hunting?" she begged.

"How about we just get something to drink here?" I suggested.

"But Daddy took me yesterday, and I want you to take me today."

"He did?"

"Mmm-Hmm. He got a really big bear and gave me some. He's a good sharer."

"Did you have fun with Daddy?"

"Yeah, so I wanna go again!" I shook my head no. "I've gotta get dressed, sweetheart. Can you wait for tomorrow?"

She sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. "I guess I could. I mean, I'm not booked." I laughed at how she said that; Emma was such the drama queen.

"Then we'll go hunting tomorrow."

"You promise?"

"I promise. But come on, Daddy's wondering where I went." I picked her up and carried her inside. "Did you go hunting with Emmalie yesterday?" I asked Emmett curiously.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you."

"You got a huge bear!" Emmalie said, spreading her arms wide to show us how big she meant.

He took her out of my arms. "Yes, I did. And you"—he touched her nose—"got a huge buck."

"You didn't tell me that," I said.

"It wasn't huge. It was very tiny." She squished her fingers together to show the contrast.

Jacob, who I didn't notice was sitting on the leather chair until now, mumbled, "They do say you are what you eat."

We turned to look at him "How so?" Emmett asked, glaring. Jake better be careful with his answer.

He just stared back for a minute, thinking over his response. He realized that there was no way to get out of this, so he answered truthfully. "It's just that you eat a whole hell of a lot of bears and you're massive—no offense—and Emmalie eats smaller things, and she's all lighthearted and skinny."

Jake was awfully lucky.

"Watch it," Emmett grumbled, but then turned back to Emma and I.

"I'm guessing Alice dressed her this morning," I changed the subject.

"Not…initially. You see, I had dressed her, but Alice, as picky as she was, shook her head and said, 'What are you doing? Putting her in the circus? Give her to me and I'll put her into something decent. And by the way, you suck at doing hair.' So that was how well that went down."

"Yeah…maybe you should stay away from her side of the closet for awhile."

"Nobody respects me around here," he grumbled, but I knew he was just joking.

"Aw, poor Emmett," I said sarcastically, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a wrought iron sippy cup. Almost everything my daughter owned was wrought iron, since she crushed things so easily in her grasp. I went upstairs and filled the cup with blood, then, as soon as the cover was on, Emma seized it and started drinking immediately. I really had to either A) get up and start feeding her earlier, or B) teach Emmett how to feed a little girl, because evidently our schedule now was not working.

I wandered aimlessly into my room, pulling out Emmalie's scrapbook from the drawer. Alice and I had taken dozens of pictures in our spare time, and we were definitely making a dent when it came to space. We might need a second book…or a third.

As I flipped through the pages, I thought about all the outfits we'd gone through already. I would have to go shopping soon.

Alice saw my decision in a flash. "Let's shop right now," she said, appearing at my door. "My laptop has a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to online shopping." Alice knew I liked big brands like Prada, Gucci, and, for Emmalie, Juicy Couture, and you really couldn't find that stuff around here. In fact, most of the good stuff was on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, and driving there was out of the question.

"Give me a second to change, at least," I told her, setting Emmalie down in her crib. I took the empty sippy cup from her and tossed it to Alice.

"Do you mind bringing this downstairs for me and throwing it in the dishwasher?" We started using our dishwasher last year, when Bella had her eighteenth birthday. Then she moved in completely and Jacob came along with that package, so the charade was much easier to keep up when the UPS man came with a large cardboard box in his hands and a clipboard to sign and he saw a pile of dirty dishes by the sink.

"Sure. No problem," Alice answered, flitting happily out of the room.

I rummaged through my closet, looking for what to wear. I also had to go shopping for myself, since all I really had left was maternity clothes.

Way in the back, I found an orange halter mini dress and decided that was the best I could do. Then I swooped up Emma from her crib and carried her into Alice's room, where a white iBook was sitting open. Alice motioned me over without glancing up from the screen.

"I've already picked out a whole closet full! These three dresses, then this tank top with this skirt, but on these shorts and this shirt I'm not so sure. I just thought these shoes were adorable but I need help finding a matching outfit…"

I glanced over at Alice's selection. There was a dress with the same colors of the sunset we saw earlier: orange, pink, yellow, and a little bit of red. There was a rugby dress, then another that looked like it was designed by a sailor because of the style and the navy blue and white stripes running across the dress horizontally. There was a dark denim mini skirt and a yellow halter tank top. The shoes Alice found were metallic flats, so I just said, "Skinny jeans and a purple baby doll tank. Works every time." She clicked a couple things and hit a few buttons, and the items popped up on the checkout.

"Tell me what you think of this outfit," Alice said, pointing at the shorts and tank top she wasn't sure on before. The jeans were destroyed flare, the top was a printed tee, and she had paired them with Ugg slipper shoes that just barely came in Emma's size. She knew how I felt about printed tees, so I was glad she showed this to me.

"Emma, come here," I called to my daughter, who had absorbed herself in looking at all of Alice's clothes. She ran over to me and jumped in my lap. I wasn't crazy about the outfit, but I decided to ask her. "Do you like these clothes together, or not so much?"

She was quiet for a minute, considering. She tilted her head from one side to the other, then finally said, "Change the shirt, and it'd work nicely."

"If I ever doubt she's your daughter, I'm gonna remember that," Alice said, meaning how much Emma and I agreed on things. I just thought we were lucky that she hadn't developed Emmett's fashion sense, because she'd wind up looking like Bella in her younger days, but with blonde, curly hair: jeans and a tee shirt. "Now your turn," Alice continued, looking at me. "I loved the color of these sweats. Do you like either—"

"Mommy, where's Nessie?" Emmalie interrupted.

"Emma, don't interrupt. But she's in the backyard with Jake." I looked out Alice's window. "And it looks like Leah just showed up. Why don't you go see her?"

"Okay!" Emma said enthusiastically, jumping off my lap and bolting out the door.

"Anyways…" Alice continued. "Do you like either the rose pink tube top or the blue halter tank with the white skirt?"

"Buy both," I instructed her just as Emmett came upstairs with the main phone in his hand. He did not look happy.

"Alice, someone wants to talk to you," he grumbled, shoving the phone at her.

"Who is it?" she wondered. But my husband pretended like he didn't hear her. He just shoved it at her more. She took it from his impatient hands. "Hello?" I could hear a muffled response, but I couldn't tell who it was or what they were saying, besides the fact they were a girl. Alice was silent for a few seconds, her eyes glassy, but I knew she wasn't having a vision.

I snapped my fingers in front of her face. "Alice! Earth to Alice!" She suddenly came back to life.

"I'm not talking to you ever again," she said to the person on the other end of the phone, then hung up.

We didn't know that many girls who had a reason to call whenever. Leah was outside. The Denali clan never really called—maybe once in a decade, but they had already gotten the full scoop on Emmalie and Alice didn't hate them like she hated that person. But which girl that she knew did she truly hate?

I could only think of one.

"Please don't tell me that was…" I started.

"It was. That was Adele," she said very quietly as Emmett nodded.

"Well, what does that bitch want?" I spit.

"I don't know. I hung up on her."

I had been living in a dream with this, just ignoring it and hoping it'd go away like a pesky fly. But with this girl, that wasn't possible.