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I woke up to the sound of Alice and Rosalie giggling about something in the other room. I sat up groggily and checked the clock on the nightstand. It was already 8PM. I yawned and Alice appeared immediately in my room.

"You woke up just in time," said Alice. "Now we have to get ready."

"Hold it Mary Alice Cullen!" I said while holding my hands up. "What do you have planned for us tonight?"

"You're going to eat dinner while Rose and I watch." Alice replied innocently.

"After that?" I asked while raising my eyebrow. Alice pouted and gave me her trademark puppy-dog eyes. I swear Alice must have been the one who invented that seeing as she is almost a hundred years old. I shook my head making her see that I would not budge.

"Oh fine." Alice grumbled. "We want to take you out clubbing!"

"I don't think Edward would want me gallivanting out at night in this big city." I had no intention of leaving this hotel room after dinner. Partying just isn't my strong suit.

"I told him all about it and he said it was okay," countered Alice. "I also heard Edward say you should enjoy yourself. Vampire hearing, duh?" She tapped her ear for emphasis. I groaned as I stood up to change for dinner.

They took me to dinner at a popular grille downtown. I enjoyed seeing friendlier people than the ones we encountered earlier at lunch. Even Alice and Rosalie seemed more at ease here and no one would question as to why they weren't eating. After I had my fill, Alice paid the bill and drove us back to the hotel to change. I tried to slip into my room so I could lock myself in. A lot of good that will do, but Alice managed to corner me into her room.

"No, no, no!" exclaimed Alice. "You will let me dress you because this is probably the last time you'll experience this before you die." I put my head in my hands and grumbled while Alice giddily skipped to her room. I reluctantly followed so she wouldn't have to drag me to her vanity mirror.

"All right," huffed Alice. "I'll make you a deal, Bella. If you won't put up a fuss, I'll let you pick my outfit for tonight."

"You would let me do that?" I asked her incredulously.

"She would, Bella." Rosalie interjected. Alice almost never lets anybody pick her clothes. You won't want to pass up this opportunity."

"Of course I'd let you," said Alice indignantly. "I trust you Bella. I'm doing this so I can show you that you can trust me too." I almost cried when she said this.

"Oh, Alice. I trust you too. I'm just still getting used to your makeovers."

"Well, the offer's still up," she chirped. "If you don't want to, I still enjoy seeing you fuss and complain." She gave me one of her heart-melting smiles. I bet this is what Jasper loves so much about her.

"No, it's okay. I won't fuss and complain. You don't have to let me pick your outfit."

"But I still want you to," insisted Alice.

"You don't approve of my taste in fashion, Alice. How can you insist on making me pick your outfit?"

"I believe that your fashion faux pas are only existent because of your limited resources. If I let you reign over my wardrobe, I'm positive you will be able to come up with something."

"If you insist," I warned her. She left me to help Rosalie with her hair so I went over to her closet which had enough clothes to last the three of us for a week. I scoured the depths of that tiny space for an outfit for Alice. I was reluctant to do this because I was afraid I'd disappoint her. If I were Alice, what would I wear? The only experience I have had with clubs was while watching movies. That meant Alice would want to wear something sexy and comfortable that she can dance in.

"Bella!" called Alice. "Some of those still have tags on. Don't look at them because you're going to hyperventilate when you see the prices." I smiled and shook my head. It was a good thing she warned me or else I would have fainted if I did see any of the ostentatious prices on her clothes. Now, back to my mission.

I picked up a black blouse that had some intricate beadwork done on the front and lacy straps on the back. Alice loved wearing black and it would look stunning on her ivory skin. I set it aside while I looked for something to pair the top with. I dug deeper into the closet and found three identical micro-minis in different colors. I picked the red one for Alice. It was leather and had little buckles on the sides.

"I'm done!" I called from inside the closet trying to find the way out. Alice bounced into the room, her eyes glowing with excitement. She already did her hair and make-up and she looked gorgeous as always.

"If you don't like it, you can always change your mind." I reminded her.

"I told you I trust you, Bella. If you made me wear a garbage bag I'd still wear it if you thought I'd look good in it." I laughed as I thought about how I imagined her and Rosalie wearing potato sacks. They'd still make Heidi Klum look like a hobo.

"It's perfect, Bella!" squealed Alice as she took the clothes form my hands.

"You're acting as if you didn't see it." I chuckled.

"I didn't look so I'd be surprised." Alice held up the outfit to her body in front of the mirror. "You're a natural Bella. I'm glad we're going to be sisters soon. That way you won't be able to say no once we buy you stuff."

"I'm not too thrilled about the reckless spending but I'll live." I laughed at the irony of what I just said, It took Alice a moment longer to realize what I was laughing at then she joined in.

"What's so funny?" asked Rosalie as she entered the room.

"Rose, you look hot!" I exclaimed. She turned around for us to show off her outfit. She was wearing a body-hugging dress that looked more like underwear to me. Rosalie pulled it off without looking sleazy in the least.

"It's your turn, Bella!" said Alice. I nodded and prepared myself for another round of Bella's Makeovers. Alice looked at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked.

"No groaning? No grumbling? Muttering? Etcetera, etcetera?" asked Alice.

"I promised, didn't I?" I chuckled. "Besides, I enjoyed making you my Barbie doll. You just wait until I learn how to use make-up."

"I will definitely miss all your fussing and complaining Bella Swan, but I am so grateful that you are learning to grow out of it!" The three of us laughed as they led me to the bathroom to do my make-up and fix my hair. Alice figured I wasn't ready for the whole miniskirt thing so she picked out a tight pair of skinny jeans and an electric blue halter top for me.

"We look hot!" exclaimed Alice after we were done getting ready.

"Wait here!" said Rosalie. "I want to take a picture of us and send it to the guys!" She scampered off to find her phone while Alice made some final retouches on my face.

"They are going to die again when they see us!" squealed Rosalie when she came back. She took some individual shots of each of us and then set the timer for a group picture. After that, Rosalie sent the pictures to Emmett's phone. Alice told us to expect a call from each of our partners when we get home later.

We picked up our jackets and made our way downstairs giggling and talking about the boys' reactions. I was actually excited about tonight. I never thought that I would have this much fun with Alice and Rosalie in just one day.