A/N--I finally updated, yay! I know it's been like 2 or 3 months, but I've been pretty busy, and I'll continue to be busy as the end of the school year approaches for not just Bella but me too. I have a bunch of tests next week, plus ERB's (some standardized tests we have to take). But I'll try to write whenever I get the chance. Thanks to blondechick28 for editing this chapter, and so quickly too. Please leave me a review, if you do I'll love you forever.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own twilight or any of its characters, no I am not Stephenie Meyer. (I forgot to put a disclaimer on my last 2 chapters, but I think we all know I'm not Stephenie Meyer, if I was I would be working on Breaking Dawn, not writing this story on fanfiction.)

Chapter 3

Recap:

I held my breath as he slowly turned to face me.

He turned all the way around and met my eyes. He froze where he stood and took in a sharp, shaky breath.

As he was looking me over, I took my time to look him over.

He was wearing all black, a black blazer, black slacks, and a black button up shirt underneath the jacket. He had left the first few buttons undone on his shirt, exposing just a bit of his muscular chest. Overall he looked very suave.

Involuntarily, I felt a wide smile spread across my face.

"So are we ready to go?" I asked him, very pleased with his reaction to me.

"Um, yeah… leave… us… now," he mumbled, not making any sense.

Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett all burst out laughing; I guess he never acted like this before me.

"No, you can't leave yet. I need pictures," said a beaming Esme.

Finally, Edward shook his head several times, broke from his trance, and encircled his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"You look dazzling," he purred in my ear.

"You don't look so bad yourself"

"All right. Smile!" said Esme, snapping the first shot.

"Perfect. Now just a few more," she said.

We stood together as Esme took three more photos.

"Darn it, that was the last picture left on my camera. Guess I could let you go now," she told us.

"Have fun you two," everyone told us.

"Thank you," Edward told all of them. "You two especially," he said to Alice and Rosalie.

"Just try and control your hormones around her, Edward" said Alice, and they all broke out in hysterical laughter yet again while I blushed a deep shade of red that matched my dress.

Edward glared at his siblings before taking my hand.

"Shall we?" he said in a smooth, casual voice that made my knees weak.

"Sure," I said in a small, shaky voice.

He led me out the door and towards his Aston Martin V12 Vanquish.

I stumbled a few times in the very high stiletto heels Alice had purchased for me. I had been right about that too.

When we reached the car, Edward opened the passenger door for me as I got in. He was around the car and in his seat in a flash.

He started the engine when I suddenly became aware that my legs were almost completely exposed. Edward noticed too, and I caught him staring at my legs a little too long. Not that I really minded, but I blushed all the same.

"So where are you taking me?" I finally asked, starting the conversation.

"Out to dinner," he stated obviously.

"Gee, you're so helpful," I said sarcastically. He laughed at my annoyance.

"Shut up," I said teasingly. I mock-glared at him until his laughing slowly quieted.

"Well, you've probably never been there anyways,'' he said "Just please let me surprise you, just this once," he begged.

"Fine," I huffed.

"You look beautiful" he said softly, and I couldn't help but melt at his words. His voice was so velvety smooth.

"Thank you," I whispered shyly.

We chatted casually for the rest of the drive, which, by the way, took a long time.

When we finally reached the restaurant, I looked out my window and gasped. The place was so elegant and sure to be really expensive.

Edward got out and came around to my side, handing the valet his keys in the process. When he opened my door and took my hand I didn't know what to say. Even though it was expensive, it was thoughtful of him, and it would be mean of me to complain, so I simply let him guide me to the main entrance, and through the doors.

When I stepped inside I gasped again. The place was beautiful, very upscale.

"So you like it then?" Edward asked with a smug smile on his face.

"Shut up," I hissed while glaring at him for the second time that night.

Just then the hostess came up to us, asking if we had a reservation.

"Yes, under Edward Cullen," Edward said.

"Right this way," said the hostess, smiling as if she knew something.

We followed her through the restaurant, past all the tables.

"Uh, Edward, where are we going?" I whispered.

"You'll see in just a minute," he said, still not giving anything away.

We walked out a set of French doors onto a terrace with an exceptional view. In the middle there was a table set for two with candles and roses sitting on the table. The terrace was softly lit by small round lights that were embedded into the ground all along the perimeter.

"The waiter will be out in a few moments," The hostess said with her same smile before she left us to our teenage romance.

"Oh, Edward it's beautiful," I said. So maybe I didn't like it when people spent money on me, but Edward had gone to all the trouble of planning out this special evening, just for me. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I turned and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Thank you," I said when we finally pulled away.

"So, you like it then?" He asked teasingly. I simply smiled up at him and gave him another kiss on the lips.

When we broke apart, Edward led me over to the table and pulled out my chair for me, before taking his own seat, ever the gentlemen.

"You didn't have to go to all this trouble," I told him.

"Oh hush Bella; it wasn't any trouble at all," he said back, smiling.

"Well, thank you Edward, it was really sweet of you to do all this, even if you are spending a lot of money on it." I said sincerely.

Just then the waiter came out with a bottle of champagne, which he put in the ice bucket next to the table after pouring some in our glasses.

"And what shall you dine on this evening, mademoiselle?" he asked me.

"Umm……" I said trailing off; he had barely given us time to look at the menus and of course I was clueless to my dinner options. Besides, when I looked at the menu everything was in French. But Edward, as usual, jumped in to save me.

"My girlfriend will have the Sole á la bretonne and I will have the Quenelles," (and no, I did not make those up; they are both French dishes.) he said as the waiter wrote our orders down.

"Your food will be out shortly," he told us before walking away.

When he was gone I turned to Edward and said, "Why did you order food for yourself when you don't eat? That's wasting food you know." I slightly scolded him.

"They're both for you sweetheart," said Edward "I wanted you to taste more than one thing," he told me.

"Oh, well thank you," I said, blushing. I was ashamed of scolding him.

"You know that red dress seems to make the blush on your cheeks even brighter, and more beautiful," he said which caused me to blush deeper.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I broke it with a question that had been bugging me all day.

"Edward, what brought all this on? Why did you decide to take me out like this all of a sudden?"

"Because I love you," he said. I blushed again.

"Well then what else did you pick up today for our date? Besides the tuxedo?" I asked, remembering the errands he had to run for this date, earlier in the day.

"Well, yes, there was something else I had to get too."

"What? What else do you have planned Edward?"

"You'll find out after dinner," he told me, a grin coming onto his face.

"Please tell me," I begged.

"No, I want this to be a surprise," he told me.

I pouted and gave him my best puppy dog look. It started working. He grinned and got an almost glazed look in his eyes.

"Please," I tried again.

He shook his head several times, as if waking from another trance; I didn't think I could affect him as much as he affected me.

"No," he muttered to himself, and then louder, "No, I won't give in. You're just going to have to wait until later."

"Normally I would get mad at you for surprising me, but because I'm already enjoying this surprise so much, I'll let it go."

"Wow," he said looking surprised, "I'm good at this stuff. I mean I thought you would like this, but not this much,"

I simply smiled at him and blew him a kiss across the table. I was in a cutesy mood all of a sudden.

He smiled a huge grin and pretended to catch my kiss, and then he blew me his own kiss.

We talked and laughed happily together for the next few minutes until the waiter brought us our food and poured us some more champagne, seemingly unaware of my age.

We spent the forty-five minutes or so talking some more while I ate both from my plate and his, which were both extremely delicious, and drinking champagne (I didn't drink too much, I didn't want to get drunk, especially in front of Edward).

After I was finished with my food Edward ordered me dessert, which was a piece of chocolate cake.

"You're trying to fatten me up," I accused when the waiter had left us alone again.

He smiled at me and said, "I simply want you to enjoy yourself tonight".

The cake came shortly afterwards and was DELICIOUS, but extremely rich and filling.

"Okay, I can't take another bite of anything. EVER," I informed him after finishing my cake.

"So you're done then?" he asked me.

"Yes, and I hope you weren't planning on feeding me anything else. I'll explode,"

He chuckled softly before he called the waiter over for the bill. I didn't even want to think about the amount written on it.

"Ready to leave?" he asked me after he had paid the bill.

"Yes, but where are we going?" I asked.

"That's a surprise, love," he told me as a slow smile crept onto his face.

He stood up, came over to my side of the table, and pulled out my chair for me. When I stood up he put his arm around my waist and walked me back towards the door we came through.

When we got outside the car was waiting for us right in front of the door with the keys in the ignition, the insignia of good valet service. Edward opened my door for me to get in and then closed it after me. He walked around the car to his side and got in the driver's seat.

"Ready for your next surprise?" he asked me.

Oh, boy. What could he possibly do to top that?

A/N--I know I wrote a long rant before at the beginning but please leave me a review and tell me what you thought!!

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