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Edward Cullen/not used to a girl's sense of time
"Babe, we're gonna be late!" I call down the hall.
"Shit! Okay, five more minutes. Can you bring me some ice?"
What the fuck do girls do in the bathroom that requires this much time and an ice pack?
I grab a few cubes, put them in a dish towel, and knock on the open door.
Bella frowns when she sees me and holds up her finger.
"I burned myself on my curling iron."
I should focus on her injury, but I'm too surprised by the scene in front of me.
There is girly shit everywhere.
The counters, the floor.
Even on the closed toilet seat.
"I'll clean it all up. I promise." Bella giggles.
I finally get a good look at her and damn, girl.
"Fuck it, let's call and cancel."
Her dress is short and black and covered in glitter.
"No. I've been working on this for ages."
She has a point.
