It's been a couple months since Edward's proposed to me, and everything's been perfect. Nothing could really get in our way of happiness, even though he'd always try to find out what the wedding dress looks like. Alice has become his ultimate enemy until the wedding.

The wedding. It was only tomorrow night away, and tonight was the bachelor and bachelorette parties. To say that I didn't want this was an understatement. I was never really into parties, and I was nervous about what would happen to say the least.

Alice entered the room then, "Get up now, Bella, and you won't be hurt."

"But she's mine," Edward complained.

"She'll be yours tomorrow, but right now, she's mine," she chuckled evilly. I clung to Edward. He knew how much I distasted parties, and he knew that this one would be the worst.

"I don't need a party, Alice," I stated.

"Yes, you do," Alice emphasized. There must have been a million times that we've argued about the party already, but Alice always found a reason to win. She even brought Renesmee in one time, and that didn't end well on her part. Jasper had to restrain me from hurting his Alice, as he liked to say. I knew that I wouldn't be able to land a hand on her, no matter how much I would have wanted to. She's got her visions to protect her from anyone she wants.

She then decided to come and drag me from under the covers and into the closet. She threw clothes at me to try on, and I was soon fully dressed. I walked out of the room to find that Edward was still in bed, looking at me.

"Emmett's going to be up here in two seconds," Alice warned. He immediately ran into the closet, dragging me with me, and shut the door. He quickly changed and then attacked me with his lips. It was short lived because Emmett barged into the closet then.

"Let's go, Edward," he stated. "You'll see her tomorrow in white."

"Is that you're dress color," he questioned. He's been trying to get hints on it for a long time.

"You'll see," was always my reply. He'd always expect it. I never had let it slip once. Alice came in after they left and dragged me my own way.

"Where are we going, Alice," I asked nervously. She hadn't told us yet what was happening at all, and he was making me nervous.

"You'll see," she grinned evilly. I already knew that the guys were going hunting, but I was never told what we were doing. It made me really nervous. She took me to my room, and she handed me a dress that left me gapping. It was a sexy red dress that went down to mid thigh, and you could tell that it was tight fitting.

"What is this for," I questioned.

"It's for the bachelorette party tonight," she replied as she got out her own dress. It was a black tight fitting dress that looked the same as mine except for the color. We both changed and were soon on our way.

"Ready to go," Alice asked as we entered the living room. Kate and Rosalie were the only ones coming with us while Esme was watching Renesmee for the night. Their dresses looked like Alice's. I was confused by it, but I didn't ask.

I walked over to Renesmee and said, "You be a good girl tonight, and listen to Grandma, won't you?" She nodded. I hugged her before I put her down. We were soon on our way. We got into Edward's Volvo, and we were off, while Alice drove.

"Did Edward say you can drive his car, Alice," I questioned.

"No, but it's okay," she shrugged. "He won't find out." We talked about random things that weren't really important as we drove. When we stopped, we were in Olympia in front of a club.

"We're going clubbing," I questioned. She nodded as she led us to the front.

"Alice Cullen and party," she said to the bouncer. He let us in and entered the booming music. Alice dragged me out to the dance floor, and we danced until the rest of the girls came out. We were having so much fun. All the guys in the club had their eye on us, but we just ignored them. I was surprised that I didn't care about what they thought as I usually do. I was just having fun with my soon to be sisters and best friend. I felt so care free, and I soon began to really appreciate the bachelorette party.

"May dance with you," someone I'd recognize anywhere asked.