Dear diary,

Ok, I'm back, I'm calm and I'm bubble-bathed to within an inch of my life!

Edward Cullen was in my ballroom!

I marched up to him, before yelling

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

He replied, pretty scared (bearing in mind my hair was everywhere, and all I had on was a bathrobe)

"I'm...your photographer?" the end of the sentence lilted, like it was a question. I spun on my heel and stomped over to the three boys who I knew to be Emmet, Jasper and Ben.

"What. The. HELL?" I shrieked. "What is he...how...but...why...huh?" I was confused and unsure if I was actually awake.

They quickly explained that he was always the photographer, and that he wanted to be a fashion photographer.

"Wait, wait, wait. HE-" I span around pointing to Edward then span back "-wants to be a FAHION PHOTOGRAPHER?"

I turned to Edward

"Are you gay?"

The boys fell about laughing. I rolled my eyes, but kept looking at Edward. I wanted an answer. Too bad I didn't know it would make me feel ill.

"No! Fashion models are hot, and I wanna tap a few!" I rolled my eyes, obviously someone thought a little too much of themselves.

"Whatever! I can't do this with him here!"

"Please Bells!"

I span around to see Angela, Rosalie and Alice, all in similar attire to me (the just come out of a bed on a boat look)

Alice gave me her best puppy dog eyes

"Please Bella , we've never had a shoot" I rolled my eyes at the word "somewhere long enough to set up a catwalk!"

I glared at her until I could stand her pleading look no longer

"FINE! I snapped. But he" I pointed to Edward "better behave himself!"

I stamped back upstairs, the girls whispering in relief behind me.

The shoot (!) wasn't actually that bad.

Edward mostly kept his eyes to himself, and I, knowing nothing about fashion, kept my mouth shut and let everyone else pick my outfits for me. Boy, all I'll say is these girls luuuuurve color co-ordination!

We began on pyjamas, apparently, it gave portfolio's a little cute edge. I wasn't so sure, but hey what do I know?

And looking back, they do look good!

But then, Alice piped up with the fatal words:

"HEY! What kind of revenge is this? Is pyjamas really the best we can do?"

We asked what she meant.

"'Bella's supposed to be torturing Edward. So...let's give him something to think about!"

"Alice honey" I said "I am saying this in the nicest possible way...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

She replied, smirking

"Lingerie..." my blood went cold. My face went pale (for once). And the worst part?

Angela and Rosalie agreed!

HELP!