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"Oh, please, Bella," Alice whined. "You and I both know Edward would love to see you in this!"

"It's true," I heard Rosalie's quiet voice faintly.

"Alice," I hesitated, lost for words.

I had to admit, the deep blue dress was beautiful, and it probably was something Edward would like, but still. Even after becoming a vampire, I hadn't really developed a love for clothes, shopping or fashion on the whole.

"Please?" Alice begged, turning her puppy-eyes on me. "Please get it. Or, let me get it for you. Please?"

I glanced in the mirror again, looking over the woman in the mirror wrapped in the pretty blue, silk dress.

"I – Fine," I allowed. "But I'm buying."

"Too late!" Alice squealed, the dress being ripped from me into her hands, and a huge, smug grin on her face,

I dressed quickly, a little embarrassed. My eyes narrowed. "Just what is the occasion, anyway?"

Rose's face stiffened, and the grin was wiped clean off of Alice's pixie-like face. "Oh, nothing," she chirped, spinning and zipping out of the dressing room, with Rose and I hot on her tail.

"Something big," I murmured, watching their faces closely for any reaction. "Something to do with Edward." I bit my lip, puzzling intently.

Rose was the one to break the silence. "Come on, let's get out of here. Emmett wanted to go hunting, anyway."

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"You know." I accused as soon as we arrived home.

Edward's reaction was expected. He looked confused, but I knew that shimmer in his eyes, flaunting his knowledge. For a split second, I let him into my head, picturing the blue dress. He almost visibly grasped for more of my mind, but his expression was soon controlled.

"Know what?" he asked innocently.

I rolled my eyes, and turned pleading. "Please tell me. You and I both know that I really don't like surprises… or anything that causes me attention."

"It's not for you, love, exactly. You won't be in the spotlight." If a normal girl's boyfriend said that to her, her heart would most likely drop. But, I was unlike any other girl. And not exactly normal, either.

"So you do know, then?" I asked, without missing a beat.

He smiled, guilty, and flitted to my side, winding his arms around my waist.

"Please tell me," I whispered. My heart should have been pounding; I would never get used to his perfection.

"I promised Alice I wouldn't."

My glance flickered from his eyes to his lips, and back to his eyes again. I knew I could not be distracted. I would find out.

"Please?" My voice was breathless.

He chuckled, pressing his lips to my throat, pressing me against our massive cupboard's doors.

"I can think of another thing that you may want," he murmured, kissing my jaw now.

"What would that be?" I was still breathless.

"Me," he whispered.

I swallowed. "Maybe, but listen-"

He pressed his lips to mine then, silencing me. So I gave in. I would get the answers later. My newborn strength had faded a long while ago, but I was still able to push him back, heading for the bed. He chuckled, zipping behind me.

"Emmett wants to hunt," he whispered in my ear before disappearing.

"Edward Cullen!" I roared.

It was so unfair; so like him. I pouted, wandering slowly to the door.

"Mum?"

I recognized the voice at once. "Yes, darling?"

"Can I go down to the beach? Please? Jake and Seth are there, and Olivia."

"Sure."

I walked toward her voice, entering her room. It seemed like no time at all that my baby daughter was in her crib, Aro's jewels, untouched, in the corner. She had grown so quickly, reaching fifteen in a little over five years. My daughter had only had a few years of childhood. She stood, now, in front of the ceiling-to-floor length mirror that Rosalie had given her for her fourth birthday, of course by then she already looked like she was nine years old. She brushed her bronze ringlets back into a messy bun, curls framing her lovely face.

"Where'd Dad go?"

"Hunting with Em," I replied as she spun around, grabbing the small, black backpack that I'd once had her hold in our greatest time of need. Alice'd let her keep it.

"Thanks, Mum," she said, appearing beside me, pecking my on the cheek quickly. "See you later."

"Wait, have you got your phone?"

She stopped in the middle of the living room. She spun and raised an eyebrow at me. "Afraid the wolves will tear me to shreds?"

I gave her a hard look. "Of course not, but there's still the possibility of an emergency."

Her expression softened. "Yes, I have my phone."

"Have fun."

"Always do."

And with that, she disappeared.

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