A/N: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, the story is all mine.

Thanks so much to my lovely Beta Ashlie Christine, she's the best.

Chapter Three: Plans

Isabella entered the building and the music that surrounded the room invaded her ears and put a smile on her face; one of the few times she had a genuine one. Rosalie was relieved on the inside.

Since they had gotten home from Forks, she had noticed her friend in a very disgruntled mood, distracted, just like when she had met her.
The studio that had gone to for the days work, was in the middle of downtown New York. Inside as well and in the back of the room was a little figure with dark hair that was messing with clothes, shoes and accessories. Alice Brandon; image designer, photographer and one of Isabella's best friends and collaborators.

"Alice!" Both young women called to her over the thunderous music. The thin black-haired girl got out of her secret place in between all the clothes and threw herself at her friends with excitement.

"What a thrill! Now all we have to do is just wait for the annoying campaign people so we can start." She announced.

When the men arrived to the building Alice rebooted the music, gave Isabella some outfits, personally put on her makeup and started the photo shoot. The shoot was for a new and up and coming designer's brand new collection, and the reason why they were doing it was because they knew her and totally loved her work. Angela, the designer, was in Paris in that precise moment trying to convince some more investors in order to help her. Alice and Isabella took care of the photo shoot without a trace of doubt in their minds.

Alice could handle Angela's outfits with an expert hand. She knew Isabella's best angles and there was no doubt she knew her team. The campaign would be a complete success. Alice, Isabella and Angela's sponsors watched delighted with every scene portrayed, there was a lot of dynamisms and beauty together.
Rosalie was looking from the distance, satisfied with the results they were music repeated at least fifty times more before the work was done and everyone in the room was satisfied with it. Rosalie could see the exact same feeling in her friend's eyes, which relaxed Rosalie a lot. For one moment she thought she wouldn't see it again and she was afraid that Isabella could explode in any minute. Luckily enough, Alice had programmed the session right on time and she was enormously thankful for that.

"Now, let's grab some lunch?" asked Alice, widely ignoring all the men and women wanting to talk with both model and photographer.

"Okay" Isabella easily accepted, going to change her clothes and also ignoring the executives.

Her friends kept a brief chat with the people in there and assured them that all the details for the runway, in which Isabella would participate as well. The launching of the pictures and the presentation in the fashion week, would be sent to them by email in a couple of days.

With that, they cleared Alice's studio and waited for Isabella who came out wearing the same clothes she had arrived with. They walked down to the parking lot where Garret had the van ready to go.

They sat in the model's van and left for their favorite restaurant, which was pretty hidden to avoid all the nosy paparazzi. Even tho Alice and Rose weren't public figures like Isabella was, they were easily recognized as her associates and got mobbed every once in a while; besides, they were also utterly beautiful.

"So, tell me what you've been up to, girls?" Asked Alice while their waitress served their dishes and glasses of wine.

"We went to Forks some days ago." said Rosalie, apparently indifferent.

She knew she couldn't make Isabella tell her anything, but she was absolutely sure Alice could.

"Really? Tell me all about it!" Alice knew so little about Isabella's life before she arrived to New York to became a model. Her sincere caring pushed her into wanting to know about her parents and the place where she was born.

"It wasn't a big deal, only my mother's birthday." replied Bella with reticence and a bit of anger.

She got what Rosalie had done; she had used that trick before with the same results. Isabella's truth.

"We met a lot of Isabella's old acquaintances; they were really surprised by her change." ,attacked the blonde girl. She was determined to get the whole truth Isabella was hiding away.

"Why would they be? Isabella's very famous and popular, it's normal." ,replied Alice, ignorant of the veiled battle between her two friends.

"I wasn't very popular back in Forks." confessed the brunet, playing with her food.

"No way!" mocked Alice, skeptical to her words. "You're America's most esteemed model!"

Isabella grimaced. Yes she was, but she wasn't always that way. Not so long before, she was a nobody. In the tiny town she was from they still had that image of her, that's why they were so surprised about her change.
Only two people hadn't shown surprise about Isabella's new look, and those two had been Carlisle and Esme Cullen. It seemed like they didn't expect nothing less from her, but at the same time, they still could recognize in Isabella that little girl that they had met and missed from years ago.

"I didn't always have plans to follow a career in modeling.",said Isabella. Rose knew about that too, and she also knew Isabella didn't keep great memories about her teenage years in that old town, but still she couldn't quite understand what had happened.

"What a lack of talent that would have been." declared Alice with affection, however, that didn't cheer up Isabella and Rose noticed it. The glance of a spark that she might have seen in Isabella's eyes had gone again already.

"You would love the place Alice. Humidity is a bitch with your hair but you wouldn't find a lovelier place than Forks." assured Rose; the wicked sparkle in Alice's eyes put Isabella in alert and satisfied Rosalie.

"No!" Isabella denied immediately, putting on the defense instantly.

"I would love to visit Forks." declared Alice, getting really excited and ignoring her friend's furrowed brow.

"We should spend this weekend with your family, Isabella. We don't have anything planned yet anyway." suggested the blonde girl innocently. Bella stared daggers at her.

"That would be great! Nothing better than spending a relaxing weekend with your family, right, Isabells?" Alice encouraged her.

"I don't think it's convenient." Isabella mumbled.

"Nonsense, after Angie's fashion show we're going to Forks." declared Rosalie. The icy look Isabella gave her shocked Alice and then she got it.

Her friend's attitude wasn't just the common shyness she used to show out on the set and off the cameras; she really didn't want to go. The people there actually had a different image of her and she was completely pissed off with Rosalie.
When Bella excused herself and went to the bathroom Alice confronted Rosalie; it wasn't the first time she ended up right in the middle of their clashes but she felt that now Rosalie had past all the limits.

"Rosalie, do me the favor of not getting me involved in your bizarre plans ever again!" snorted Alice. Rosalie grimaced; she knew her plan hadn't been brilliant but she had five years of knowing Isabella and if in all that time she hadn't told her anything Rose was sure as hell Isabella wouldn't do it then.

"Alice, listen to me, I had a good reason," the black-haired girl stared at her suspiciously. Rose would have to explain her plan in more detail if she wanted her help, "You know Isabella is hiding something, something that she obviously doesn't want us to know and that is hurting her. I just want to help her, but I can't do it if I don't know what exactly happened to her. I feel the answer is right there in Forks. There are a couple of people there that might know what it was that happened that was so terrible. So terrible that Isaella doesn't even stand the idea of being there."

The young woman sighed with resignation, she knew it too. She had noticed it since the very first moment she had met Isabella; so beautiful and delicate, but a little bit overshadowed by a cold and distant stare that couldn't completely go away. Something had happened to Isabella in the past and it was painful.

"All right." accepted Alice, not as confidant as Rosalie would have liked her to be, but hopefully filled with the strong determination of helping Isabella, because she cared about her.

When Isabella came back from the lady's room nobody talked about the trip again in order not push her further away, however the decision was made and Isabella couldn't do anything but agree in going with them to Forks once again.