Chapter 7

Dressing Up

BPOV

Friday.

It was the day of the much anticipated 'party' at the Cullens'.

The whole school had been talking about it. At first, I had been confused; the Cullen's weren't having a party, Jasper had just invited the people at our lunch table to go hang out at their house on Friday night. Confusion had slowly turned into mortification as I started thinking that maybe they had decided to have a party on Friday and had not invited me. Relief hit when I realised that this 'party' people were talking about was in the fact the little get together Jasper had planned, which I was definitely invited to. Jasper had said that he didn't want it to turn into a party. But he had made a big mistake mentioning the get together in front of Jessica Stanley. That girl's mouth made up for her miniature height. She was worse than Alice with keeping things to herself.

What was it with short people and their inability to keep quiet?

The relief didn't last long.

Because, if this was going to turn into a party then what the hell was I going to wear? To be honest, I didn't usually care about dressing up.

But Edward was going to be there....

"Alice, let's go to Port Angeles after school. I need to buy a few things."

Alice beamed.

She knew I hated shopping and she usually had to drag me with her to Port Angeles. That I was the one who was asking her to go was surprising to say the least.

"Of course! I was going to suggest it myself. Let's go straight after school. We'll take your truck."

I had created a monster. Alice hated riding in my old truck, the fact that she was now wanting to ride in it could only mean that she planned to get a lot of stuff – so much stuff that it wouldn't fit in her Porsche's tiny boot.

I groaned.

After school ended, I drove behind Alice to her house so she could leave her car and pick up a few of her things. She told her mom that she was staying over at my house tonight but of course, we were both going to the party. I also told my dad that I was staying at her place tonight. He wouldn't notice anyway because he usually worked night shifts on Fridays.

We got to Port Angeles and headed straight to the one massive department store. Alice immediately started picking things out – things that were too big for her – and mumbling to herself, glancing at me, then nodding or shaking her head.

"Mary-Alice." I said, glaring at her. "What are you doing?"

"I'm helping you find some new clothes." She said matter-of-factly. "You're the one who wanted to come and you're the one who definitely needs a new wardrobe. I mean, I go shopping like every week; you, on the other hand, haven't bought anything for yourself in what, 3 months? You are way behind on this season's fashion."

"But Alice," I said through clenched teeth, "I can't afford all of that stuff. I only came with enough money for one new outfit for the party tonight."

"Pffttt!" Alice scoffed, "You know very well that I'm paying for this shit Isabella Swan."

"No, Alice I-"

"Yes I am Bella. There's really no point in arguing with me." She carried on around the store, picking up and discarding different items.

"Fine then. I'll pay you back the money." I muttered. She ignored me.

I followed behind her glumly because she was right. There really was no point arguing with her. It was fruitless.

I tried on the clothes she picked out for me in the fitting room and was pleasantly surprised that I actually liked them. I tried to hide it as Alice was watching my expression closely. She still knew though, and smiled smugly,

"See, I knew you would like them."

We then went to buy shoes and accessories. After about an hour and a half we were done shopping and headed back to Forks, my truck full of bags.

The next three hours at my house were spent getting ready for the party.

Alice and I took turns showering. Whilst in the shower, I shaved my legs and washed my hair again, even though I had only washed it this morning.

Then it was on to hair and make-up. Alice did both my hair and make-up for me, facing me away from my vanity mirror so I wouldn't see until she finished.

I put on the outfit she had picked for me, a short blue, off the shoulder dress with a plunging neckline that showed a little cleavage and clung tightly to my body. I wore some silver heels, silver dangly earrings and a silver necklace.

I finally looked in the mirror and gasped.

I looked almost – dare I say – beautiful.

Alice had put silver eye-shadow above my eyes and outlined them in blue so they stood out. She had applied a thick coat of mascara that magically made my lashes look ten times longer than they really were. My lips were a beautiful shade of pale pink. She didn't bother with blush – we both knew I didn't need it.

My hair had been put up in a complicated looking up-do with a few tendrils of hair hanging down at the front to frame my face. She'd also added a blue flower hair accessory at the side.

She watched me through the mirror as she did her own make-up, grinning contentedly at my expression.

"Oh my God, thanks so much Al!" I exclaimed hugging her around her neck.

I spent the next fifteen minutes just standing in front of the mirror in awe of myself while Alice finished her make-up.

When she had finally finished getting ready and I looked at her, my outfit and make-up suddenly seemed to fade in comparison.

She wore a lacy purple top that clung to her every curve. It was slightly see through and she wore a sexy black push up bra underneath. Her black skirt was tiny, barely reaching half way down her thighs and her stiletto heels she wore lengthened her legs. Her eyes were outlined in black and she had purple eye-shadow on her eyelids and dark red lipstick stained her lips. Her short black hair was in its usual spikes but she had sprayed the tips of them the same shade of purple as her top.

She looked absolutely stunning.

"Wow Alice, you look-"

"Yeah, I know, amazing right?" She said grinning.

Jasper was coming to pick us up as Alice didn't want to ride to the party in my truck. Jasper didn't have a car though; his parents had refused to let him get another one after he had totalled his Audi A4 a couple of months back.

"How's Jasper picking us up?" I asked Alice.

"Oh, he's using Edward's car." She replied, spraying perfume on her neck.

Edward's car? Why did that send butterflies directly to the pit of my stomach? I had seen his car before, it was a silver Volvo, always looking immaculate and shiny, with expensive-looking silver rims.

I heard a car pull up outside and a horn sounded.

"That's Jazz." Alice said, "c'mon let's go."

We went down to the car.

Jasper whistled when he saw us,

"Wow, looking good ladies."

I smiled and Alice rolled her eyes at him,

"We always do." She said.

We drove off towards the Cullen house in Edward's car and I could faintly smell his delicious scent on the seats.

As we reached the party and saw all the cars parked outside, heard the bass from the music, my stomach twisted in knots.

We went in the front door to find that nearly the whole of Forks High had turned up.

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