AN: I have so many people that have dedicated themselves to reading my stories, waiting eagerly for the next update for each of them. To all, I so greatly appreciate it! I can't believe people are waiting for me the way I waited for stories I loved. It truly is an honor, guys.

Special shout out to Jenny Morgan, who declared herself my number one fan. Can you believe it? Me? A number one fan…

Wow.

EPOV

I ran my fingers through my hair, completely perplexed by her reaction. I looked over at Jasper who merely confirmed that this reaction was absolutely not expected. My eyes wandered back to Esme, who was absolutely glowing.

Carlisle stepped into the house at that moment.

"Hello, family- er… What is going on here?"

What a strange scene this must be: his wife was grinning like a madwoman, holding a dish towel in her hands as if it were handed to her by a God, his sons were wide-eyed at the madwoman completely confused. Our hairs also looked as if we hung our head out the window from the numerous times we ran our fingers through it.

"Oh, Carlisle, darling!" Esme danced into her husband's arms. "I have the most wonderful news! Edward is going to find the love of his life!"

Carlisle looked from Esme's dreamy stare to look at me. I watched his eyebrows knit together as he grew more confused.

"Edward is going to be a contestant on Finding Mrs. Right, where he will be- well- searching for Mrs. Right." Jasper explained, somewhat eager to find the reaction he had very much desired. I shot him a look that he strategically ignored.

"Edward, that is completely idiotic!" Carlisle said in an almost-shout. Esme gasped at her husband's reaction and placed her hands on her hips.

"Carlisle, Edward is trying to find someone to spend the rest of his life with! There is absolutely no reason for you to dampen this idea." Growing up, my parents very rarely fought, and when they had, it had always been about things that mattered. I had not expected this to be something they would actually be distraught over.

Carlisle held Esme's shoulders and dipped his head so he could look her in the eyes. My father used to do this whenever he was explaining to Jasper or myself why playing ball in the house wasn't a good idea, or how maybe making mud pies and giving them to girls wasn't the best courting move. It was strange to see him approach Esme like she was a petulant child. "Esme, darling, Edward won't find love on that game show… They are merely women that are conceited and are looking to have a couple of minutes on someone's TV screen. The women he'll meet there isn't who we would like to see our son with." Carlisle brushed Esme's hair behind her hair, and she sighed in resignation.

"I suppose you're right. I just got excited about being a grandma." Esme laughed lightly, and I watched the love in Carlisle's eyes brighten at the sound.

As I envied their obvious love for each other, all I could think about was what Carlisle said. "The women he'll meet there isn't who we would like to see our son with." And how my thoughts immediately flooded with images of Isabella. She was so sincere in her video. I didn't want her to be wrong for me.

My family continued to talk about my participation in the game show, and I decided to hide the thoughts of Isabella before Esme began to hope.

BPOV

"Like hell." Charlie grumbled. Emmett stood beside our father, arms crossed over his chest.

They both towered over me.

Having only men in my life was a complete disadvantage at times. Like now- my so-called best friends decided to inform my brother about my debut on the big screen. Of course, Emmett ran immediately to Daddy and told him.

"Dad, I'm old enough to decide whether I want to be on a dumb game show or not." I reminded. I had to keep that little girl squeak out of my voice whenever the two of them decided to gang up against me.

"There's no way in hell we will allow you to degrade yourself!" Emmett said, his hairy eyebrows matching Charlie's to a T.

"It's not degrading. I'm not gonna make out with the guy on national television or anything provocative! I'm just going cuz Alice and Rosalie- your girlfriend, Emmett- thought it would be something fun and stupid to do." I was losing conviction.

"Damn right it's stupid." Charlie grumbled at the same time Emmett mumbled, "Oh it's stupid, all right."

I groaned.

I suddenly felt like I was back in high school, asking Charlie if I could go to the dance with one of Emmett's football friends. They both tried to scare me out of going. When that didn't work, they turned to my date. Emmett got the entire team to outcast the poor guy, and Charlie went to their practices to point to his gun and glare.

I didn't have a date to the dance.

The fourteen year-old in me suddenly grew angry for their actions, and I stood up straighter when I began to speak again.

"I already signed a contract. Don't worry too much about it, I'll be out by the first week anyways. It's truly not that big of a deal. It's a week off of work, something fun to try, and free drinks." When they opened their mouths to protest, I held up my hands and cut off their complaints. "That's that."

When they didn't fight back, the fourteen year old stuck her tongue out at them and high fived me.

It was quite satisfactory.

Why doesn't victory ever last long?

I sat on my bed, holding a pillow as my friends (I sneer the word!) begin to pack my suitcase. I hadn't thought out all the conditions before agreeing to be part of the game show. I should have.

All though I had won when I agreed to being a contestant- no Bella Barbie!- I hadn't paid attention to the fact that I had yet to make any proposals when it came to me actually being in the game show. They were packing everything I could possibly need to wear- things that I would have never picked to wear for myself.

Rosalie held up a midnight blue bikini and a groan escaped.

"Oh, please Bella! Stop your moping." Alice scolded as she laid out outfits for each pair of shoe she had just purchased.

"You shouldn't have bought all of that." I complained.

"We can't shop once you get back, Bella. I would hate for you to be seen on public television in some frumpy clothes!" Alice shuddered and she continued to lie out entire outfits, step back to analyze them, and then make any changes she considered necessary.

"You'll be thankful." Rosalie explained. I rolled my eyes at that suggestion.

I saw how little fabric there was!

"So, are you excited, Bella?" Rose asked, folding outfits that Alice approved and packing them away in new blue suitcases.

"I don't know if 'excited' is the proper word… I'm not as horrified at the idea as I had been, however I wouldn't have done this if you hadn't twisted my arm. I suppose I'm just… indifferent."

AN: Sorry the chapter was so short! I will update soon! Next is the game show!

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