Chapter 8
I was sad when I left for home, and like the other night, I had dashed to my room. Only this time, the cause was happiness. When I had dressed for bed, I looked at my mirror. The girl I saw was much different to the one before. She was glowing, radiant, and her lips looked a little swollen. She had also a slight tinge of pink in her cheeks. I smiled at myself. Before I slept though and after my prayers, ( in hopes of progression with Edward of course) I left one candle burning and sat by the windowsill again. I wrote every detail I could possibly put. Every detail I could write. I wrote how amazing the kiss, I suppose you could call it. But it was so, inappropriate? Not formal? After all, I had only known them for days only, how can I trust them as if we were ancient friends? But I could. I know I could.
I know that I could tell them every single thing-with Jasper's calm, doctor-y, therapeutic stance; Emmett's ability to joke until you cry; Rosalie and Alice's comfort, and him- especially him. He told me how he felt, and I could too. His presence made me comfort knowing that he wouldn't judge me for anything, but listen and hold me when I cry. Or at least I think he would.
I slept peacefully with dreams about him.
The morning came. And with it, the girls. "We are having a ladies only."Alice said after she noticed me searching and my preoccupation. I sighed. I already missed him. I dressed more nicely for this morning, to have my heart broken. He wasn't there. "Where are the gentlemen anyway?" I asked. "They had to take care of business." She said stoically. She must miss Jasper also. Rosalie was no better than I was. "Don't worry Bella. You'll see them tomorrow. They'll arrive late at night." Rosalie told me reassuringly. I nodded. I wanted to be there when they arrive, but it wasn't appropriate and much to advance.
"So, what had you planned?" I asked them.
Alice looked all business. "First is brunch."
The sun was shining when we went to their house. We didn't go to the den. Without the boys, it would be too strange. We ate at the porch, croissants and fruits and mini cakes and sandwiches with peach juice. Esme and my mother had ate too, but left us.
We gossiped about the girls at the Mallory's party. We were taking about a Mrs. Cope.
"Any idiot knows that the colors don't match! Yet she still wore them." Alice said disapprovingly.
"I know! And there were too many layers in her dress-" Rosalie snorted making us all laughing more hysterically. "she looks delicious, like a cake!"
When mother and Esme came, we had held unto each other before we were down to the floor in hysterics.
"My, my, look at you." my mother said.
"Honestly, you look like a bunch of undisciplined girls! Where were the manners the we taught you?" Esme asked.
"It fell out the window!" We laughed more. It was partly an answer and partly the ending of a joke we were taking about.
"Well, then. I suggest you fetch them quickly. The footmen are here." Mother said as she turned.
We looked at each other then squealed, "SHOES!"
There were silky shoes and shoes made for the outside. There were party shoes, and home shoes, and shoes to walk on the park. There were comfy, high heeled, low heeled, ballet flats. We tried them all. We paraded around the house modeling each of them. I felt so free! I could even lift my gown up so they could see my ankle. What a scandal! Oh, but it did not matter what others thought, I found myself thinking. And it didn't.
I came home for dinner. My mother had to use force on me. For once, I didn't ran up. I gently took off my elegant gloves, my fabulous new cloak, and wiped my shoes on the mat. I took graceful strides to the dinner table.
"Bella," my mother said gently. "We have a guest."
(A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you! For all the reviewers, the people who alerted me, who added me to their faves. Thank you!
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