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TO EVERYBODY!!! Thanks for all of the support! You seem to be tied between more details and being okay with how the story is.

Previously…

"So do we have an accord?" she asked formally with an outstretched hand.

It felt odd to shake hands with a woman, but I did so anyway.

"Agreed."

Chapter 6: Now what?

BPOV

"So…now what?" I asked.

"Well, as you know, I'm Edward Cullen, but I don't even know your name."

I felt like an idiot. What have I gotten myself into? I'm going to be engaged to someone that doesn't even know my name!

"My name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella."

"Isa-bella" he said, rolling my name off his tongue. I didn't like it.

"Bella, I prefer Bella." I said more strongly.

"Isabella sounds like a classier name, but as you wish."

Snooty, ain't he? I thought. "Mr. Cullen, what should we do now? That is, when will you tell your father?"

"You must stop calling me that, no one will believe we are engaged. Call me Edward. As to your second question, we are having a dinner party on Friday evening."

"I see. Um, pardon me, but Mr.—umm, Edward, but what do you want me to wear? I don't exactly have ball gowns that I can just pull out."

"Don't worry, it will be very informal, just my family and a few close friends. Three, actually; you saw Mr. Jasper Hale in the study earlier."

"I thought that was the library" I said confusedly.

He looked at me condescendingly. "It is one in the same room. A rose by any other name, so to speak…" He seemed to consider with a look on his face that I didn't like the looks of. "Do you even know what that means? Quite frankly, I would be surprised if you could even read and write your own name."

My eyes narrowed. "That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name, which is not part of thee take all myself."

I sighed, and continued sarcastically. "Your disdain for my intelligence, which you try oh-so-hard to conceal by the way, is so terribly endearing."

He sighed, seemingly unaffected by my proving him wrong. There is just no way to win with this guy, I thought.

"As I was saying," Mr. Cullen—no, Edward, I thought, continued "Aside from my mother and father, Mr. Jasper Hale, his sister Miss Rosalie Hale and her fiancée will also be attending.

"Again, what do I wear?" I repeated slowly, as if to a small child.

"For me, I would wear casual attire, but as to your equivalent…wear your Sunday-best. Do try and remember to bathe." He said, looking at me as if I were filth.

My hand clenched into a fist. "Will the insults never end?" I muttered. "Alright, see you there Edward"

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I started to get ready that afternoon. First I bathed (although I seriously considered not to just to spite Edward) and I put on my best blue calico dress and put my hair up into its usual ponytail when Alice walked in.

"You're not seriously going into a party with the higher-ups with your hair like that are you?" I inwardly smiled at the slang term for the upper-class Cullen family.

"Hello Alice. Yes, I am well, thank you for asking. Might I inquire how you are on this fine evening?" I replied casually.

"Sorry. Hi." She paused. "Well?"

"What's wrong with my hair?" I replied a bit indignantly.

"It's a ponytail."

"He said it was casual!"

"Bella, Bella, Bella. Know ye nothing?"

I looked at her oddly.

"Informal for them is hugely formal compared to our definition." Funny, Edward had said something strangely similar.

I knew what was coming, so I decided to not even try. "Go ahead, Alice. Do your worst."

"Yay!" she squealed as she sat me down in front of a mirror.

Fifteen minutes later, I had my hair done in a simple but elegant bun with curls framing my face. It made my plain brown hair look almost pretty.

"Thank you, Al." I said as I moved to hug her.

"Don't hug me!" She said worriedly, "I'll wrinkle you!"

As we laughed, I told her "I don't care, come here you little shortie!"

And then it was time to go.

A/N: Hello everybody! So….cliffhanger I know you all hate me, but oh well. I'll try to update the next chapter soon, but I'm running out of pre-written stuff, so it might take a while.