"Bells?" Charlie called when he walked in the still open door.

"I'm upstairs!" I called. I was patting Mark on the back and trying to calm him down from the trauma known as Alice on a mission.

"Did Angela spend the night?" He asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, we watched movies and talked and didn't get much sleep," I answered. I didn't add the parts about getting kidnapped by a vampire bent on revenge and telling two people secrets that could cost them their lives. Nope, no need to worry Charlie.

"How soon before you're ready to go to La Push?" he asked.

"I don't know, let me ask Alice," I answered.

"Alice is here?" he asked. "How many people did you have over last night?"

"Just Angela," I told him. "Jasper dropped Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett off so they could help Mark and I get ready for the day."

"Then do you mind if I take a little nap?" Charlie asked. "I didn't get any sleep last night."

"How did the hunt go?" I asked.

"We didn't find anything," Charlie answered glumly. Of course he didn't. The werewolves were busy trying to find me.

"That's too bad," I said, and tried to sound convincing. "Go ahead and take a nap. I'm sure Alice won't mind the extra time."

"Thanks, Bells," Charlie said, and I heard him shuffle towards the living room.

"I've had enough trauma for one night, can't I dress myself today?" Mark whimpered pathetically. If I hadn't seen the gleam in his eye that told me he was joking I might have believed him.

"You'll live," I said. "Think of this as payback for letting them put me in the lacy number."

"I thought you'd forgiven me for that!" Mark exclaimed quietly, trying not to disturb Charlie.

"Do your worst, girls," I told Alice and Rose. They grinned wickedly and started to advance towards Mark.

"Bel-la!" Mark whined as he tried to hide behind me.

I laughed. "I'm going to go take a shower, honey. I'll come back to rescue you once I'm out." I gave him a kiss and grabbed my shower bag and the outfit which Alice held out for me before escaping to the bathroom. It still smelled from Angela getting sick, so I cleaned the toilet first and sprayed some air freshener before turning on the shower.

When I got out of the shower twenty minutes later, all was silent in the house. That either meant that they had killed Mark, or that he was finally cooperating. I hoped it was the latter, but I couldn't be sure, so I hurried back into my room.

"Are you here to rescue me from the clutches of the evil vampires?" Mark whispered hopefully.

"Now you know how I feel," I informed him. "But yes, I'm here to rescue you. Why don't you go start fixing breakfast? I'm sure Emmett will be glad to keep you company."

"Anything to get out of here," Emmett agreed. His wife gave him an evil look, and he ran from the room, pulling Mark with him.

"We'll be making breakfast!" Emmett called back quietly so he wouldn't wake Charlie.

"I hope the 'we' part only meant that Emmett will be watching," I mused as I sat down. "I don't think I want to eat anything that he helps cook."

"Do you think that we haven't ever taken home economics courses at school?" Alice asked, mockingly offended again. "We all know how to cook." I gave her a look, and she grudgingly admitted, "Well, we don't know how any of it tastes. But we know the theory behind cooking."

"My point exactly," I said with a smirk before closing my eyes. "Okay, girls, do your magic."

They worked their magic, alright. When I looked in the mirror an hour later I looked better than they had ever managed to make me look before.

"Mark's going to flip," I said once I was able to speak again. The girl looking at me in the mirror (I refused to believe that the girl was me; It's not possible for me to look that good) was breathtaking and looked almost as good as Rosalie.

"No, he's going to faint," Alice corrected me. I looked at her in horror.

"He is?" I asked worriedly.

Rosalie laughed. "No, but he could."

I glanced at Alice again for confirmation. She grinned and winked. I wasn't sure if that meant that he was or he wasn't.

"Mark won't be the only one who's impressed," Alice said, changing the subject. "Edward will be speechless for one of the first times in his life."

I looked at the girl in the mirror again and studied her. "I don't look that good, do I? I mean, I know I look nice, because you guys are amazing at making anyone look nice, but I'm still just plain Bella. Make-up and clothes can't really change me that much, can it?"

"We're only accenting what's already there," Rosalie answered. She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped and sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"

The smoke alarm went off seconds later. I rushed down the stairs to find Mark and Emmett trying to take the burning bacon and eggs off the stove.

"Emmett knows how to cook, eh?" I asked sarcastically as I rushed over to help.

A few moments of chaos for everyone and swearing from the guys later, the window was cracked open, the door was cracked open, a fan was blowing the smoke out, and Charlie was standing in the doorway, looking confused.

"How was I supposed to know it would catch on fire?" Emmett demanded, earning a glare from his wife and a questioning look from Charlie.

"How was your nap, Dad?" I asked innocently.

"It was fine until the smoke alarm went off," Charlie answered. "Why was Emmett cooking, anyway?"

"He and I were trying to surprise you and Bella with breakfast," Mark answered humbly. "I wasn't watching Emmett, though. I'm sorry, Sir."

"What were you doing Bells?" Charlie asked. He looked at me and did a double take, but seemed to realize what I had been doing because he muttered, "Oh, never mind."

Emmett let out a low whistle when all the guys finally seemed to look at me. "Wow. Is that really you, Bella?"

I didn't answer. I was too busy watching Mark fall backwards.

Luckily Emmett caught him. I would have hated for my husband to get a concussion on Christmas Day.