This is for all the Bellas in the world who have ever endured an Alice makeover.

I had a lot of fun writing this, enjoy!

I was standing by the window, staring out the glass to the quiet pool behind our house, when I felt Edward's arms wrap around me from behind. I half turned, slowly so I could see him, and smiled at the thoughtful look in his eyes.

He gazed back at me and smiled "This is for you, love," he said, holding up a small box wrapped in red paper with a gold bow.

My smile faded to a stubborn pout. My human dislike of gifts had lingered, and I couldn't help resisting whenever he tried to give me things, which was often.

Still, there was no resisting the pleading, uncertain look in his eyes as he watched me from under his eyelashes. Even though I knew it was an act I could never resist it.

"The party isn't until tonight, you know," I said, giving in with a resigned sigh as I tugged the beautiful bow loose.

"Oh, I know." he answered with a triumphant grin so beautiful my breathing stuttered. "I thought you might want it before we get there." He was teasing now, a well-concealed mischievous light in his eye that I could detect only because I knew his face so well. I knew it was because he had won this battle, and I had accepted a gift without a real protest, something that he wished I would do more often. Even though I always gave in eventually, he hated that it was a challenge for me. I was honestly trying to be better about it, but it wasn't natural for me. My every instinct declared that attention was bad; to be avoided at all costs. I knew it wasn't rational, but that was how I felt. Years of being a clumsy human, avoiding attention, were hard to undo.

Giving him a last, martyred glance, I lifted the lid. Inside was a gorgeous silver necklace, with diamonds embedded to form an open heart. I stroked the gems in awe, refusing to allow my mind to consider the cost.

His long fingers pulled the chain from the wrappings, and he placed it around my neck. The pendant dipped just below the hollow of my throat.

"Beautiful," he said, his tone was so full of pride that I would have turned scarlet if I still had blood. Still, it made me happy that I could give Edward this kind of pleasure; even sacrificing my comfort level was a small price. And I had to admit that it truly was a beautiful gift.

I smiled "Thank you" I said graciously, truly meaning it. I still was not fond of surprises, but Edward would keep giving them to me, so I may as well put on a smile and endure it, for him. And it wouldn't make a difference if I protested, anyway.

"I love you," he replied simply.

I sighed with pleasure and leaned toward him. He mirrored my movement and our lips met in the middle. "I know," I murmured against him, perfectly content.

Edward and I broke apart at the sound of a knock on the door. Edward's eyes unfocused for a moment, then he smiled. "Come on in, Alice," he called casually as his favorite sister bounded though the door.

"Hey guys!" she trilled in her pixie voice. She then glanced at me with a smirk. "Ready, Bella?"

"For what?" I asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

Alice sighed. "To get ready," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Only then did I notice the white garment bag she was holding half behind her back. I groaned quietly, and her smirk became more pronounced. Then she turned and glared at Edward, obviously telling him something with her thoughts.

"Alright, I'm leaving," he said, throwing up his hands like a suspect confronted by a police officer. He bent down to kiss me again, then moved his lips to my ear to whisper "Have fun," in a teasing voice before he strode out of the cottage to join Emmett and Jasper, who I could hear having a snowball fight outside the big house. I glared at his back indignantly until he was out of sight.

When he was gone, Alice turned back to me. "You know the drill, Bella," she said with a slightly smug smile, which always meant I was in for a long hour, as she motioned me toward the bedroom.

Keeping the garment bag zipped, she used it to cover the full-length mirror she had insisted I put on the closet door. "Now, close your eyes," she ordered. "And don't even think about it, I know you were planning to peak."

I sighed in defeat. There really was no point in arguing with Alice. She always won.

I knew she was smiling even without sight as I felt the ruffles of silk slid over my head. I felt the wind as Alice dashed around me, adjusting a bit of fabric here and there. She then pulled me over to a chair and began working on my hair, still not allowing me to look.

A long hour of pulling and primping later and Alice was finally finished. I looked in the mirror and saw the result of Alice's work. The red dress looked lovely. It hung to my knees, the cap sleeves trailing to a v-neck that displayed Edward's necklace perfectly. The skirt was full and pleated.

My hair had been pulled back from my face, and flowed down my back in ringlets; small curls escaping to frame my face. I was very pretty, but the hour this had taken was unnecessary.

Just then, I heard a loud laugh came from the house, where the snowball fight was still going full force. An idea came to my mind, but I had to act quickly before Alice saw...

No luck, Alice saw my plan, and a murderous look came over her face. "No! Don't you dare!" she shrieked, but I was already dashing out of the cottage, laughing so hard that, were I human, I would have toppled straight into the ground. As it was, I made it to the yard easily; Alice was no match for me when it came to racing. The boys were already in view, and it was clear that they had no idea I was coming.

When I was near enough I scooped up some snow and aimed at Edward's back, taking him by surprise as he worked to fend off the slush Emmett was firing repeatedly at him. He turned, and his breathing stopped. His momentary shock at my appearance didn't last long; it was replaced by wide grin that I knew was caused by the humor in my eyes at catching him off guard. Even with the advantage of my silent thoughts, it was hard to do that, and I enjoyed it when I could. He scooped up more snow, but before he could throw it at me, Alice arrived. Everyone froze.

I turned, and hurled a snowball at her before she could speak. I put all my force into it. It was invisible as it flew through the air, and there was no hope of dodging it.

My desperate act worked. The look on her face when the icy blob made contact was priceless. She recovered quickly, a wicked, ominous grin replacing the shock. "So that's how you want it." She almost purred. This wouldn't end well.

I couldn't even see the snowball until it was plastered to my face. That second was all it took for the statues caused by her arrival to thaw, and the battle raged again. Jasper ran to Alice's side, while Edward stayed next to me. Emmett and Rosalie took their side. Emmett was targeting me, and had extremely accurate aim. I had a feeling his determination had something to do with the lost arm wrestling matches more than a year ago.

I didn't know exactly when Carlisle and Esme joined, but they were on our team, evening out the numbers. Renesmee darted around us, lobbing snowballs at Jacob, forcing him to Alice's side.

I remembered the snowball fights my old classmates had had back when I was in school. I had hated it then, running inside as soon as anyone came close to throwing the slush. This was so much different, with everyone running at vampire speed, ice flying so fast no human could see. I was laughing and ducking, trying to avoid the hard crystals, but I couldn't avoid all of them, and I was soaked in no time. I think most of the difference came from the fact that it wasn't cold to me, sharp edges of ice not painful as they bounced off my skin. My curls were coming undone, and the dress wasn't in such great shape, but this was worth Alice's wrath, I was having the time of my life.

A while later we all went inside, due to Nessie's exhaustion. I sat between Alice and Edward on the sofa, watching her warm herself by the fire. There was an adorable flush to her nose and ears. Even with her temperature keeping her from getting cold she still felt the extremes on occasion.

"You ruined the dress, you know," Alice commented, eyeing the dripping garment with annoyance.

I was unfazed. "It'll dry. Still, sorry I took off on you like that, it really did look great," I added with real sincerity, half-desperate for her to forgive me, but hiding it well.

That was all it took for her to forgive me. "Just be glad it's Christmas" She said in answer to my smirk.

"You know I love you, now stop worrying about the clothes," I chided. Edward laughed.

"Oh, stop," she snapped at him, but playfully. "You know you like seeing what I dress her in."

"That's true," he matched her teasing. "But you're not going to convince Bella to go along with that, and I'm almost required to be on her side."

"If that were true I'd win a lot more arguments," I interrupted, though I was struggling to keep a straight face as I spoke.

"That's just convincing you to agree with me, making my side your side," he was doing better than I was with controlling his expression, but I could still see the shadow of a laugh in his eyes. "Besides," he added, a comical note of innocence in his voice, "When do we ever argue?"

I gave up on my expression and laughed, along with everyone else in the room, they had naturally all been listening to our banter. "I suppose there's no point in even having this argument if I'm just going to run out as soon as Alice finishes."

Still laughing, Edward grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. "You still look beautiful," he murmured, kissing me softly on the lips.

"And don't forget," Alice piped up, a wicked grin spreading over her face. "If you try that again I will See it and make you very miserable. You won't be allowed to pick your own outfits for a week. That includes sleepwear."

"Alice!" I hissed. She should know better, Renesmee was still in the room! Yet I couldn't deny that this threat scared me a little. No doubt the outfits would be atrocious and nothing close to what I considered appropriate. As for sleepwear, that could prove to be interesting.

"Don't worry, love, she doesn't understand," Edward whispered, much too soft for Nessie's half human ears. Then he used a more normal tone. "And if that's the punishment, I might encourage you to do just that."

I groaned. "Are you sure you're on my side?" This earned another round of laughter around the room.

Alice was suddenly very serious. "We still need to get you dried off; we're going to Charlie's in less than an hour."

"Do I have to?" I whined, not caring that I sounded a little like a stubborn child.

"Even Nessie is more willing than you. And yes, you do."

I left my place on Edward's lap unwillingly, moving at human pace up the stairs to Alice's huge bathroom. I knew she would force me to do this, but the snowball fight had been worth it.

"You're the one who got in the snowball fight," she said patronizingly, slipping in behind me.

I ignored her, and kept it up for the next forty-three minutes. Then it was time to leave for the party.

Ah, revenge. I've read so many Fics where Bella is the victim to Alice's makeovers, and I thought it was about time she got back at her. And of course she'll forgive her, it's Christmas!

Hope you liked it! Please review!

Love, Claire