I was learning to hate makeovers very quickly. No, scratch that, I already learned that lesson. I was born with the knowledge that I hate makeovers. I absolutely loathe them. So why have I allowed Alice and Rose to give me one every day of this break so far?
I must be mental.
Yet here I sit, waiting for them to announce that they are done. I'm beyond the point of protesting. I know if I protest it will only last longer. So I sit and obey their every order until I'm free.
I haven't even eaten since the breakfast that Helen made for me.
My face keeps getting poked and prodded and smothered with creams and blushes and eye liners and lipstick and any other beauty product you can think of.
All so that Edward can put "Plan A," whatever that is, into effect.
Why does anything with Edward always involve me getting dressed up and tortured before he takes me?
I mean, apparently he still loves me, and he's trying to win my love back. So, why do I have to get dolled up when he already loves me how I am? Shouldn't they be trying to get him ready?
It doesn't make any sense to me.
It never will.
A/N: I know; this one is really, really short. But I've already updated with the next chapter anyway, so don't complain and just click the little box that takes you to the next page. It's fairly simple. :P