On Saturday, three weeks later, Bella's bedroom looks like a cyclone hit it, with clothing strewn everywhere. It's rare for her to have nerves and experience a fashion crisis, but tonight that's exactly what's happening. She can't wait for Alice to arrive and help her sort it out.
A week ago, Edward called to arrange for more produce for the restaurant. He explained they were hosting a publication party the night before the magazine hit the newsstands and would be serving the food mentioned in the article. He invited Bella and Alice to attend and it would be a damn lie for her to say she wasn't excited. She admitted to herself that she liked Edward more than a little. But she knew there wouldn't be a chance to explore any possibilities with him until after the magazine came out. Or, maybe longer, if it was a hit and the restaurant got a bump in popularity. No question, she's looking forward to seeing him tonight and wants to look her best. While no slouch in the fancy-dress department, but she lacks the flair that Alice has. And tonight she definitely wants that extra something.
Fortunately, she hears Alice's car come up the driveway and sags with relief.
"Bella!" Alice calls out as she lets herself into the house.
"Up in my room," Bella replies.
A moment later, Alice comes through the door with a megawatt smile on her face. "Look!" she demands, waving something in front of Bella's face.
"What is it?"
"Jasper gave me an advance copy of the magazine. The photos are gorgeous! I'm sure Edward's restaurant is going to become a huge success. But check out this part of the article."
Alice opens the magazine to a certain page and points to the text. Bella reads it. She raises questioning eyes to Alice, then goes back to the magazine, flipping to the beginning of the article. There is page after page of gorgeous photographs of Edward's food. Having had a taste of many of the dishes, Bella's mouth waters at the sight of them. The photos are full of vibrant colors and beautifully arranged food. And the pictures that have Edward in them? Well, the man looks sexy as sin!
The accompanying article includes comments from one of the toughest food critics in the Pacific Northwest. And she gives gushing praise for the flavors and overall construction of Edward's dishes. It's a triumph and Bella couldn't be happier for him.
When she gets to the end, she goes back to the spot Alice pointed out.
"Wow. I mean . . . that's . . . wow," she says, a bit dumbfounded.
"I know!" Alice says, excitedly. "Edward not only mentioned the farm, he fucking raved about it and all the work you do here, Bella!"
"I mean, I was hoping for maybe a little footnote-type mention. This is so much more. He didn't have to do that."
"And yet, he did." Alice is grinning like a loon. "Come on, let's get you looking hot so we can get to this party and knock those fella's socks off!"
When they arrive at the restaurant, there's quite a crowd. Alice pulls up to the front and the valet clearly can't wait to get behind the wheel of her canary yellow Porsche.
Bella is feeling sexy and confident in the dress Alice helped her pick out. It's a short and strapless shirred dress in neutral colors with a pale design on the fabric. It's dressy and sexy without being over the top. Bella loves it.
They walk through the door and make their way further inside the restaurant. It's not packed like a Saturday night at a club, but there are a lot of people and the din of conversation adds a buzz of excitement to the air. All around are huge enlargements of the magazine photos and servers are passing trays of drinks. Throughout the restaurant, tables are set up with staff serving samples of the food that was featured in the article.
"This is amazing!" Alice says, close to Bella's ear. "Let's try to snag a drink. I'm sure Edward's in the kitchen, but maybe we can find Jasper."
Bella nods and they get close enough to a server to each grab a glass of champagne. Bella catches a glimpse of blonde hair and nudges her friend.
"Oh, there he is," Alice says, a brilliant smile lighting her face.
"Man, you've got it bad for him," Bella observes.
Alice meets Bella's eyes and her smile gets even bigger. "Not gonna lie," she says.
"Well okay then. Let's go get him, tiger," Bella replies.
Alice wiggles her eyebrows at her, then they work their way across the room to Jasper. He turns just as they approach him, his gaze landing on Bella first, then shifting to Alice. It's clear he's pleased to see Bella, but the look on his face when he sees Alice? Well, Bella hopes someone will look at her that way someday.
"Ladies!" Jasper smiles at them.
"Hi, Jasper," Alice says, eyes alight and grin just this side of goofy.
"Hi, Jasper," Bella says, giving an awkward two-handed wave. Hey, it's hard to do jazz hands while holding a drink!
A look of confused amusement passes his face and Bella just laughs. "One day, Jasper, all will be revealed"
He reaches out to shake her hand. "You are one interesting person, Bella Swan."
"Why, thank you."
Jasper turns to her friend. "It's great to see you again, Alice." Instead of shaking her hand, he leans down and greets her with a kiss on the cheek. Bella has never seen Alice so smitten with a guy and it's fun to watch.
"I'm so glad you both could make it," he says.
"We appreciate the invitation," Bella replies.
"Edward will be very pleased that you're here, Bella. Truly," he tells her.
"That's . . . nice to hear." Bella can feel the blush heat her cheeks. She knows Edward's been busy since the day she last saw him. She just hopes she didn't read him wrong.
"It was crazy preparing for the photoshoot and doing the interview. Then he had to deal with some garbage with James - that took more time than it should have–"
"Wait, what happened with James?" she asks.
Jasper sighs. "He was such an asshole. Even before he seemed to target you, he was a jerk practically from the time he started working with Edward. But he landed this magazine coverage, so Edward figured he was good at his job and he could put up with a little obnoxious behavior. But Edward was livid about how James treated you that day in the kitchen."
"Oh, no," Bella breathes.
"Bella, understand James was walking a thin line before that. Him being such an outright asshole to you – one of Edward's business associates at the least and maybe something more – " he winks at her, "well, Edward was not going to stand for that. He had to be careful about how he dealt with James because of the timing of everything with the interview. But, as soon as it was wrapped up, he read James the riot act. He made it clear that James wouldn't be doing any further work for him. Anyway, it didn't end amicably."
"Well, I can't say James didn't deserve it. I don't run into many people who are that arrogant, and completely clueless about how they come off."
"You should know that he's here tonight," Jasper tells them. "It was part of the agreement Edward made to disentangle himself from the guy."
"I can see how being here would be important to James. He's all about bragging about his connection," Bella says.
"Right. Well, he shouldn't approach you, but if he does, let me know, okay?"
"Sure."
"Okay, enough of this heavy talk," Alice interjects. "How does this whole thing work tonight?"
"Excellent question," Jasper replies with a smile. "First, you both should sample everything! Edward has really outdone himself – thanks to some culinary inspiration he found at your farm." He gives Bella a nod. "Pretty soon, Edward should be out to say a few words. What's Cooking, Seattle? has staff here tonight, including the reporter and photographer who did the feature, so he'll introduce them. Then he'll be doing the whole 'mix and mingle' thing for the rest of the night."
"Alice showed me the magazine article, it was fantastic," Bella says. "Edward should be proud."
"He's very pleased with how everything turned out," Jasper acknowledges. "We think it will do a lot for the restaurant. But, mostly I'm just glad that he's starting to get the recognition he deserves. We've been friends for a long time and he's been working his butt off ever since I've known him. He's a fantastic chef," Jasper says.
"I was not expecting him to talk about the farm in the article. It was really nice of him," Bella says.
"He meant every word of it. And, believe me, he will be very glad to see you here tonight."
Alice gives her a goofy look, wiggling her eyebrows and Bella fights back a grin at what Jasper's implication might mean.
"You two go taste the food while I take care of some things. I'll find you in a bit," he suggests, and the girls agree.
They make their way from table to table and the food is even more delicious than Bella remembers. They've tried about half the samples and each has had a couple of glasses of champagne when someone taps a microphone and the crowd quiets.
Jasper is standing on a small platform at one end of the room.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?" he says. "Welcome to Destination PNW, we are glad you could join us tonight as we celebrate the publication of the latest edition of What's Cooking, Seattle? featuring the delicious fare offered by this very establishment. It's my pleasure to introduce the owner and executive chef who created the menu you're enjoying this evening – Edward Cullen."
There is enthusiastic applause as Edward steps out from behind the end of the bar. Bella hadn't seen him there because of the crowd, so this is the first glimpse she's had of him since she delivered the produce several weeks ago. She's never seen him in his chef's jacket and is a bit surprised by how sexy it is. Or, maybe it's just him because he would look sexy in just about anything.
He steps up to the microphone and she's reminded of what she found so attractive when she first saw him walking backlit by the sun at her farm. His easy confidence and self-assurance may be the sexiest thing about him.
"Thank you. Thank you all for coming out to Destination PNW tonight. It's been a dream come true opening this restaurant and Seattle has been a great place to do it," he pauses and shoots out a mischievous grin, "a tad cut-throat, but mostly great. The culinary enthusiasts and patrons with adventurous palettes make this an energetic and inspiring area to create new dining experiences. I'd like to thank What's Cooking, Seattle? for choosing to feature us. I really enjoyed working with everyone including Angela Weber, the reporter who wrote the article, and food photographer Eric Yorkie, who took these amazing photographs. Would you guys step up here?"
He pauses while the reporter and photographer come up to stand beside him. "It was a pleasure working with both of you. I really appreciate your professionalism and expertise," he says.
"We really enjoyed eating the food after the shoot was done," quips Eric, and a wave of laughter passes through the crowd.
"I invite everyone to continue sampling the items that were featured in the article and be sure to pick up a copy of What's Cooking, Seattle? tomorrow. Thank you!"
Polite applause follows Edward's remarks, and he takes a moment to talk with Angela and Eric before they all step down from the platform. Several people are there vying for his attention, and he smiles and laughs with them all.
"Ugh, he's going to be swamped all night! I bet I don't even get the chance to say hello," Bella laments.
"Oh, Bella, don't poop on this party. We'll make it happen. Trust me," Alice says. "Besides, there's a ton of food we haven't sampled yet tonight, so let's go do that!"
Bella follows behind Alice as they go to the next food table and quickly gets caught up in the buzz of excitement that has energized the entire restaurant. She knew Edward was a talented chef, but she's pretty sure tonight is the start of something huge for him. She's just taken a slightly-more-than-ladylike bite of some heavenly crostini appetizer when she turns to scan the room and comes to face to face with the man himself.
"There they are!" Jasper says clapping his hand on Edward's shoulder. "Told you they were here!"
Edward smiles and Bella brings a napkin up to her mouth, trying to chew and swallow quickly.
"Hi Alice, Bella," he greets them. "I'm so glad you could come to the party tonight."
"We wouldn't have missed it for the world," Alice says. "Isn't that right, Bella?"
Bella manages to chew enough of the food so that she can swallow it without choking, but she has to follow it with a healthy gulp of champagne. Finally, she can speak. "God, that was embarrassing," she laughs. "Edward, this entire thing is amazing! The food is fantastic."
"Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you, Bella," he says, sincerely.
"Oh, come on. You're an amazing chef. This would have been a huge success no matter where you bought your ingredients."
"I would have been able to make some good tasting food, yes. But time at your farm truly inspired me. And your growing hybrids and varieties that I haven't seen around here. Much of what made these dishes special is directly because of you, Bella Swan."
She blushes at the compliment. "Thank you. And thank you for what you said in the article. It wasn't necessary, but it was really nice. I appreciate it."
"Every word was true," he responds. They look at each other for a moment before a gentleman taps Edward on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, Chef Cullen, but I can speak to you for a moment?" he asks.
Edward leans closer to Bella. "I'll come talk to you as soon as I have a minute," he says quickly, reaching out to squeeze her elbow. Then he turns and answers the man before they walk toward another area of the restaurant.
"I told you he'd be happy to see you," Jasper says with a grin. "Say, have you two found the dessert table yet?"
"No, we haven't," Alice answers him.
"Well, that's a tragedy," he replies. "Come with me and we'll go sample one of everything."
"I'm going to make a stop at the ladies' room, but will catch up with you both," Bella says.
"Okay, we'll be over there," Jasper says, pointing.
"Great. See you in a few." Bella turns and starts toward the restroom sign near the back of the restaurant.
She finishes up quickly, washing her hands and reapplying some lipstick before exiting the bathroom. The small hallway outside is slightly narrow, but not uncomfortably so. The men's room is to her left and the archway to the restaurant area is just a couple of steps to her right. She turns right and takes a step when her wrist is grabbed from behind. It's so sudden and unexpected that she doesn't even react. A hard yank on her wrist has her spinning around and her back is pushed roughly into the wall.
It's James and he's pinned her to the wall with his body, his face looming right in front of hers.
"Well, if it isn't Old McDonald's little wannabe," he says. His breath is sour with alcohol and he's managed to grip both her wrists, keeping them low near her hips. He whistles a few bars of the children's song, finishing off with a soft "E-I, E-I, O"
"What is your problem with me?" Bella demands.
"You? Why would I have a problem with you?" he scoffs. "I mean, you turned me down because you're a stupid bitch, but I can get pussy anytime, anywhere." His eyes float down to her cleavage and linger for a moment. "Though, we could always revisit that."
"You're a fucking parasite. Now let me go!" She tries to get him to loosen his grip, but he just leans into her more forcefully. There's a strip of decorative molding on the wall digging into her hips and a higher one right behind her head. He is chest to chest with her and his hips are uncomfortably intimate against her.
"I'm the parasite? That's rich. You're the one who took advantage of an opportunity that wasn't yours and rode my coattails."
"You're delusional! I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"You couldn't just sell your fucking vegetables. No, you had to go distracting my meal ticket so that he changes almost every fucking thing a day before the biggest successful pitch of my career. Then, fucking bitch, then you go and get him to give you a free sales pitch that was only possible because of MY HARD WORK." Some spittle lands on her cheek and he gives up a little space between them only to forcefully push her back against the wall. She wasn't prepared for the action and her head snaps against the wall, catching the molding.
It hurts like crazy and she closes her eyes in order to focus her breathing for a moment until the initial sting passes. She's no shrinking violet and when she opens her eyes, she's shooting daggers at him.
"Listen, douchebag, get the fuck off me right now. I'm already going to have you arrested for assault!"
He laughs. "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try!"
And then he's gone, tackled to the floor by someone that she didn't even see coming from the main room of the restaurant.
She realizes it's Edward, on the floor in his chef's whites, throwing a punch squarely into James's nose. Blood gushes immediately, and Edward grabs the front of James's collar, lifting his head up slightly as James tries to cradle his nose with his hands.
"I told you not to fucking talk to her!" Edward says, low and menacing.
"What the hell, Edward, I didn't do anything," he objects, though his speech muffled, his nose likely broken.
Edward stands, dragging James up with him. They are both tall guys, but James seems to have shrunk in on himself through the altercation. By now, Alice and Jasper have appeared in the hallway.
"Bella, are you all right?" Alice asks anxiously.
"Yes, I'll be okay."
"What the fuck, James? We were pretty damn clear about the conditions if you wanted to be here tonight," Jasper demands.
"There was one fucking rule, asshole. ONE!" Edward growls.
"You just broke my nose, genius. I'll be pressing charges," James replies, but the threat has no sting since it sounds like it's being issued by a teenager with a head cold.
"Really? The security camera at the end of this hallway will show that you were assaulting a woman. I merely came to her defense. So, shall we call the cops and see what they have to say, or do you want to make the smart choice and just leave?"
"I will ruin you," James threatens. "You and your little hole in the wall are going to be nothing when I'm done!"
"Do your best, asshole. Jasper, will you get him out the back door and make sure he doesn't linger?"
"Sure thing, Edward. Come on." Jasper puts a heavy hand on James' shoulder and turns him around. They go past the men's room and enter a staff only door leading to the back of the building.
Bella and Alice have been watching the exchange, mouths slightly agape.
Edward walks to them, concern etched across his face. "Are you okay, Bella? Can I look at your head?"
"What?" She didn't realize that she was absent-mindedly rubbing the spot on the back of her head where it whacked the wall.
"Can I see?" he asks gently. He steps close in front of her and it's an entirely different experience from what James was doing moments before. The air between them is alive with energy, just like when she was with him in his kitchen. He slowly raises a hand and his fingers gently glide through her hair, softly probing her scalp. She winces when he finds the tender spot and he immediately removes his hand.
"Come with me to my office and we'll get some ice for that," he says.
"That's not necessary. I'll be fine."
"Bella, I think you should go. A little ice will keep it from swelling," Alice encourages her.
Just then, Jasper returns. "I watched him leave the premises. Do you want me to call the cops?"
Bella's eyes go wide at the suggestion.
"We could call them," he remarks. "Or, Bella could agree to come to the office and put some ice on that bump on her head."
"Ice," she replies immediately. "I'll definitely do the ice." Edward gives her a small smile.
"Alice, why don't you join me out in the restaurant?" Jasper offers. "We'll try to make sure no one misses Edward for the next few minutes."
"Only if that's okay with Bella," Alice answers.
"It's fine, Alice," Bella says. "I'll sit with an ice pack, then I'll be right back out."
"Okay. I'll see you in a few then." Alice and Jasper go back toward the crowd in the restaurant and Edward leads Bella through the employee door. His hand rests lightly against her back as he leads her down the hallway. It opens to the kitchen where the staff look up in surprise.
Edward gives instructions about keeping the food freshly stocked out front and he and Bella pass through. He opens a door on the other side of the kitchen and brings her into his office.
"Here, have a seat," Edward says, leading her to a comfortable coach along a wall. Once she's settled, he goes to a small refrigerator behind the desk and pulls out an icepack. He hands it to her and she presses it gingerly to the bump on the back of her head.
"That's rather boy scout-ish of you to have an ice pack so handy," she teases him.
He shrugs. "Burns are a not so rare job hazard. It pays to be prepared."
She nods and they fall into a moment of awkward silence.
"Bella, I'm so sorry that happened. I shouldn't have let James attend tonight. I didn't want him here, but I never thought – "
"It's okay, Edward." He shoots her a look. "Well, it's not okay," she clarifies. "But it's not your fault. It was James who acted poorly. Not you."
He huffs, pursing his lips and shaking his head in frustration.
"You, um," she points to his chest where blood has spattered on his jacket. He looks down and sees the red splotches that are turning from bright red to rusty brown.
"Of-fucking-course he ruined my jacket!" he says, angrily undoing the buttons of his top. He strips it off and throws it into the trash can. Bella can't help but notice the white T-shirt he's wearing underneath is rather tight, showing off the muscles of his chest. She also can't help but notice the dark red stain that clearly soaked through his jacket.
"Umm, it also got on your T-shirt," she says.
He looks down and huffs in frustration. He reaches his hand behind his head and pulls the shirt up his back and over his head in that sexy way guys do, muttering the entire time.
Bella wasn't exactly expecting him to strip down in front of her, but since he has she can't bring herself to turn away. The man may be lean, but he is cut! She sees no reason not to enjoy the show while it lasts.
And. . . . it lasts about a second before he glances up and catches her staring. His mouth twitches up into a half-grin before he ducks his head and reaches into a drawer for a clean shirt.
"I'm sorry, I don't usually just take off my clothes like this," he says, pulling the new shirt over his head. He yanks it down, covering all those pretty muscles, before opening a small locker and grabbing another pristine white jacket. He doesn't bother to button it up before moving to kneel down in front of her.
"Here, let me see how that bump is." And just like that, the energy is back. His face is right in front of hers, though he's not looking in her eyes. He's reaching behind her head, taking the ice pack from her then sliding his hand along her scalp. "I think it's stopped swelling, though it's probably going to be there for a couple of days."
His hand shifts, threading through her hair all the way to the ends, bringing a section of it over her shoulder. His eyes finally meet hers.
She swallows. "Well, I don't like having a bump on my head, but I like this," she says softly.
He smiles. "I do, too." He pauses. "Bella, is it okay . . . I mean, would you mind . . ." he hesitates and huffs.
"You're cute when you're flustered," she says.
He blushes but presses on. "Is it okay if I kiss you?"
She doesn't want to admit how many times she's thought about kissing him after that day in the kitchen. It would be embarrassing. But now he's offering and she's not about to refuse.
"Hell, yes," she whispers.
The words are barely out of her mouth before his hands are cradling her face and he's moved in, his lips on hers hungry and firm. She wasn't prepared for the urgency of the kiss, but quickly catches up, slipping her arms around his neck, one hand going into his hair.
Oh boy, can this man kiss! His lips alternate between gentle pressure and firm. His hands slide from her face into her hair. His tongue sweeps across her lips and she opens for him, her tongue tangling with his. She's just decided she could do this forever when there's a quick rap on the door followed by an unknown voice calling out. "Chef! They need you out front!"
They pull apart, smiling at each other.
"Duty calls," she says.
"I guess so," he replies, leaning in for one more quick kiss. When he pulls away, he rises and offers her his hand, helping her to stand. He starts buttoning his jacket but doesn't take his eyes off her face. She smiles, then drops her gaze. It's then that she can't hold back the laugh bubbling up.
"What's so funny?" he asks.
"You, uh, missed a button," she replies gesturing to his chest. He looks down and sees his jacket buttoned askew.
"Well, that would raise a few eyebrows, when we walk out of here together, wouldn't it?" he laughs, fixing the buttons. "Let's go find Jasper and Alice, and I'll see what the emergency is out front."
They exit his office, passing through the kitchen and entering the restaurant. They find their friends right away, and Edward leaves her to deal with a problem at one of the serving tables.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Alice asks.
"I really am. Just a bump on the head."
"Okay. Well, let me just –" Alice reaches up and rubs the corner of a napkin along the edge of Bella's lower lip, erasing some smudged lipstick. "Can't imagine how that happened," she says, eyes full of humor, "but you're right as rain."
"Yeah, I can't imagine," Bella says with a smug smile.
Edward is swamped for the next hour or so, talking with guests and ensuring the food continues to flow as it should. So, the girls chat with Jasper and get seconds of their favorite dishes. Which, let's be honest, that's everything Bella tasted. Finally, the crowd thins significantly, and Edward finds them.
"This has been a really fantastic night for the restaurant, Edward. You should be very proud," Bella says.
"You know what? I am. It's been so much work these last couple of years, but tonight makes it worth it."
She smiles at the look of proud accomplishment on his face.
Jasper and Alice step away to talk privately for a moment, and Edward reaches for Bella's hand.
"I'm so glad you came tonight, Bella. I mean, I feel awful about the whole James thing, but I'm happy you were here."
"Me, too."
"I wanted to call you earlier, but things were so hectic –"
"It's okay, I understand."
"So, would it be okay if I do call you?"
"I would really like you to call me," she answers with a smile.
"Good." He pauses a beat, then leans in and gives her a light kiss that lingers briefly before pulling away.
"Yeah," Bella says, "definitely call me."
They step apart and see Alice and Jasper in a much more enthusiastic lip lock. Bella gives them a moment, then pretends to clear her throat while saying, "Get a room!" Alice pulls away from the embrace and shoots Bella a glare before smiling up at Jasper.
"Oh man, she's got it bad," she says.
"So does Jazzy," Edward replies.
Their eyes meet and they both are laughing when the other two rejoin them.
"What's so funny?" Alice asks.
"Just a private joke," Edward replies.
"Really? Private jokes already, huh?"
"Leave it alone, Alice," Bella says. "Thanks again for inviting us tonight. We had a great time," she says to the guys.
"We sure did!" Alice pipes in. "We'll talk to you fellas soon, right?"
"Absolutely," Jasper replies as Edward nods his head.
Just before exiting the restaurant Bella turns and gives a small wave. Then, with a mischievous glance toward Alice, she raises her other hand and waves jazz hands at the men.
Alice just rolls her eyes. But then, Edward slowly raises both his hands about chest height and does the same thing back to them.
Alice's mouth drops open and she turns an accusing glare to Bella. Bella just laughs and pulls her out the doorway.
Jasper's forehead is creased in confusion as he faces Edward. "What the hell is with all the jazz hands?" he demands.
Edward takes a deep breath and puts a consoling hand on Jasper's shoulder. "How do you feel about nicknames, Jasper?"
A/N: My gift recipient, Chartwilightmom, is an amazing writer who authored one of my very favorite stories, "The Late Late Show with Edward Cullen." If you haven't read it, do yourself a favor and do it NOW! You won't be disappointed. To say I was intimidated to write for her would be an understatement.
Thank you to my banner maker mariescullen who came through for me at the 11th hour.
Alyscia wrote a fantastic story for me called The Hack that you should check out. You can find it here: www fanfiction net / s / 13498293 / 1 / The-Hack
Also, if you didn't know, Alex Rodriguez has a show on CBS, called "Back in the Game" where he helps celebrities who are past the height of their careers find new ways to move forward. Think athletes who have fallen on hard times, actors who can't get work, etc. Anyway, my inspiration for James in this story came from an episode of his show where he worked with Nicole Eggert. If you watch it, I'm sure you'll see who inspired James. Honestly, I didn't think people like this existed in real life; I thought they were just fictional caricatures used as literary devices. Shows you what I know! Oh, and Clarissa is an actual sheep who lives on my sister-in-law's farm. The ladies who attended last year's Upstate NY Mini TFMU met her. I've never seen her wear a foil helmet, but you can bet she would rock that look!
I still don't own Twilight.
Thanks for reading!