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Bella Swan/hairdresser
You think girls take forever to get ready?
Try putting seven football players in a modest-sized apartment with one bathroom.
Nevermind.
Don't.
It's a fucking nightmare.
I've been fixing hair and adjusting bow ties while a stranger raids my fridge and my boyfriend guards my dolls.
Did I mention that the seven football players are still drunk from the night before?
Because they are.
My house reeks of stale beer and rum, and it's not the latest fragrance from Yankee Candle.
"You doing okay?" I ask Emmett.
He offers me his flask, but I shake my head.
Someone has to be sober for this thing to go as planned.
"I'm great. Can't wait to do this." He points to the right side of his head. "I have a cowlick, so you might need hairspray."
"Try to cool it on the booze, 'kay? Rosalie will kill me if you upchuck at the altar."
Emmett gives me an easy smile.
"She's probably expecting it. She's so awesome. I can't wait to put a baby in her."
"That's what the honeymoon is for." I tap his shoulder. "Next."