"No!" She nearly shouted. She seemed annoyed. "I told Edward not to follow us here. We have to go home and get ready." I felt a sudden wave of relief flow through me. Alice wasn't going to be letting us join them, that much was certain. "Let's go. I'll text Edward when we're home to stay in the mall and shop, we need time to get ready." Alice whispered and then with a determined look in her eyes grabbed our hands and darted out of the shop. She headed straight for the doors of the mall, not looking back. I, however, could not resist just peeking back. They didn't see us, I sighed with relief.
Alice drove home at a speed that a cheetah couldn't outrun. When we arrived at her house she ran into the house, waited for me and Rose to come in, and locked the door. Ok so now I was worried. She then grabbed both our hands, again, and ran us up to her room, shoving me straight into the bathroom.
"Get changed now! We don't have much time before they come back! People are arriving at seven!" She called in through the door. She was panicking. I let a chuckle escape my lips. "Isabella Swan I hope you are not laughing or so help me I'll... I'll... well I'm doing your make up so let's see what I'll do." She yelled, but this didn't scare me. Alice wouldn't dare try to make me look like a mess, especially at her party.
I quickly got changed, slipping on the dress easily. My hair was already in perfect ringlet curls, it was as if it knew that tonight was the night it had to look good. I left the bathroom and Alice seemed to think the same thing.
"Your hair is working well with us tonight." She smiled happily. Well at least I was doing something right. She quickly shoved Rosalie into the bathroom then and spun me into her desk chair. She already had all of her make-up lined up on her desk. There was a lot. But, instead of focusing on what possible horrors she could do to my face, I simply closed my eyes and let her do her thing. No point in stressing over it now I supposed.
I settled into the chair as I began to feel the creamy foundation and eyeshadow touch my skin. After about twenty minutes of Alice fussing over my face she finally stopped. I opened my eyes to see her smiling.
"You know Bella I don't know why you don't where make-up. It really suits you." She turned me around swiftly in the chair in front of the mirror. I stared in amazement. Who was I? I looked nothing like myself. For once I felt I looked... nice, maybe even more than nice.
"Wow," I said, still staring in the mirror in amazement.
"I know, I did good." Alice said full of shameless pride. But I completely understood. I spun around in the chair to give her a big hug. "Woah woah woah, not so fast you'll crease your dress!" I quickly stepped back obeying orders.
The party arrived very quickly. I stood at the top of the staircase terrified to go downstairs. He was down there. I could hear him. His voice was so distinctive, well to me anyway. What if he didn't like me? What if he saw what I looked like now and realized he'd made a big mistake. No, it was time to suck it up. There was no point in being with someone who didn't like you no matter what you may be wearing.
I walked down the stairs slowly, trying not to fall down them in Alice's heels. I could see him talking to Emmett on the couch. Ok, now was the time to be brave. I continued descending down the stairs. Then he looked up and I froze. I knew I probably looked stupid standing frozen on a staircase but I was terrified. His face was so unreadable. He just sat there staring. He didn't like it. I knew it, I knew he wouldn't.
I decided it was stupid to just stand here now. The fear was over. I knew he wouldn't like it. I felt my heart sink and as it did I continued down the staircase. When I reached the end I noticed I was not alone. He was standing beside me. Still staring at me. Was he so disgusted? I dropped my head but as soon as I did so I felt his hand lift it up. His eyes were now boaring into mine.
"You look... amazing." He said still staring into my eyes. I felt myself blush and wanted to look down but his hand wouldn't allow it.
"Thank you." I half whispered. So he liked it... was he staring at me in amazement like I'd hoped? No, he couldn't be. No one could stare at me like that. Especially not him.
"You look so surprised," he pointed out. Observant. "You're very beautiful." He said simply. How was he saying this? How did this god think I was beautiful. This had to be some kind of dream.