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Chapter Four: The Runway
Isabella felt several pair of hands doing her hair, her makeup,and running hysterically from one place to another; but she just wasn't there. Her mind and spirit were somewhere else, somewhere not so pleasant but in which she used to recluse herself sometimes. Sitting down, wearing a very fancy bathrobe which was covering her first outfit to model that night, she thought of green cruel eyes looking at her and her own filling with burning tears of pain.
She instantly opened her eyes, blinking several times trying to avoid the real tears that threatened to fall down her face, so not to ruin her much elaborated makeup. She was back in the reality.
"Oh, Bella, you look fabulous!" Angela flattered her. She was a very charming and sweet friend, but was way too nervous because of her first big runway. With it being headed by a super model like Isabella, the place was filled with critics ready to kill her illusions and damage Isabella's work, but she wouldn't allow it.
"It's all because of your great team, Angie, everything's going to be fine", the brunette assured her, standing up from the chair where she had been for over an hour.
"Alright, everything is set and done, now we only have to sit down and find Rosalie!" Alice had arrived enthusiastic and brimming with energy. Isabella was sure that she could ignite the entire place all by herself.
"Alice, go find Rosalie, please, I'd like to talk with her before we start." the model asked. The girl nodded and ran out of the dressing room passing Angela whom was fixing some details on her own.
Outside in the showroom, between the stands and bored as hell just praying that the tedious show ended, there was a much more handsome man in comparison to most of the male models there. He sighed tired of everything and everybody there. The only thing he really liked about fashion was the chance of taking to bed one of the models. Apart from that he couldn't really understand all the excitement and waste of money for a couple of fabrics slightly decorated, it just didn't make any sense to him.
The man with the attractive face was tall and had copper-colored hair. He sighed again regretting, with all his heart, to coming to this thing.
"Can you believe how many people are here?",his companion questioned. Jane Vulturi, a model herself, was a bit shorter than the average model; therefore, less recognized as she liked it. She was there ready to catch the big fish that would boost her career. That's why Edward Cullen had no idea what he was doing there.
"There's a rumor that the top model in the states, Isabella Swan,will head the show." ,she mentioned.
Isabella? The name caught the man's attention for the first time since Jane had opened her mouth, but she couldn't be the same girl he was thinking about. The image of a little girl soaking wet, shivering like a leaf with worn clothes, had seemed to him more like a skittish mouse than that of a top model.
"Edward?" a familiar voice called to the man, when he turned around he found a pair of green eyes very alike to his and smirked. It was Emmett, his brother.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Edward blurted out; his brother's smirk grew bigger when he saw Edward's annoyance. Emmett Cullen, cocky and two years older than Edward, had the same green eyes that his brother had, dark hair, huge muscles and a very odd sense of humor.
"I'm wondering the same thing about you, dude." ,he replied with sarcasm while looking at his brother's companion, who was staring everyone down with obvious envy.
"I'm hunting, what about you?"
Edward glared at him with anger making him laugh noisily and catching the attention of several people between the audience, including two young ladies that were chatting a bit farther from them and that gave him a look of reprobation.
"Emmett, could you be more discreet? You're annoying the people." A quieter voice reprimanded him.
Edward had recognized that voice as well, lucky him. Jasper pointed to the two young women looking at them when he said that; they still looked at them with irritation. Emmett immediately changed his posture for one more casual with a gesture of a ladies' man. Despite this, the women, a skinny dark-haired pixi and a tall blonde weren't paying any more attention to the men and headed backstage, to where all the models were.
"We better go find our seats." Jasper suggested.
He was just as handsome as his brothers, with light blonde hair and a year younger than Edward. Both brothers said goodbye with a handshake and went to their seats, a couple of places farther from Edward's. The lights went down and everybody stayed quiet as a raspy voice started to present the designer, Angela Weber's, collection.
Soft music started to play, cueing the models to the runway. One by one they started to flow from backstage. There were many beautiful women walking the stage. Most of them blondes and red-heads. All of them were skinny and without many curves, but they wore all the designs with confidence and elegance. Edward, half- hypnotized by all the beauty shown in the place, didn't even notice all of Jane's snorts and hateful comments about one or the other model.
Finally, the masterpiece was shown, a wedding dress so beautiful that it would move tears to every single girl. The electro music remix that was played during the whole show stopped and in its place, a very soft and magical ballad started to sound. Something deep inside Edward started to move with a bit of anticipation, like something mystical were about to happen, everything in that room was telling him that.
Before his eyes, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen appeared, almost like a vision. A brunette with feminine curves and deep eyes, wore a magnanimous, sparkling, and delicate dress. An aura of light surrounded her like a halo; the music was synchronized with every step she took. Edward couldn't believe his eyes, the woman was for sure some sort of nymph. She couldn't have been real because as soon as she appeared she was gone.
The previous song started to play again as the models walked in a row, one behind the other, down the runway making a semicircle on the stage and leaving a space where the nymph appeared again, together with designer. The applauses frightened Edward a bit but he applauded as well. The beautiful model disappeared once more behind the stage as the followed after her.
"It was true after all." Jane sighed, wiping a tear from her eye. Edward assumed she was talking about what the man had said about the dress.
"I gotta see my brothers",he said to her. She didn't even notice, because she had flown right up to a group of people that were talking and smiling between them, and whom seemed to be really important. Edward shrugged and went to where his brothers were laughing at him.
"You finally get rid of your pet, bro?" Emmett mocked, laughing out loud at his own joke. Jasper laughed as well but less loudly.
"Did you find your girls?" His older brother made a face and the grin on the youngest disappeared.
"That's what I thought." Edward mocked. He had waited for the two women he saw earlier to show up, but they never did. But the dream girl with the white dress certainly had appeared.
"Did you see the last model? She was to die for." Emmett snorted, tacky as always, making Edward glare at him.
"What! We all saw her." ,he snorted again.
"I hate to say this, but I agree with him." Jasper said, earning another glare from his brother.
"Whatever." Emmett ended the theme, changing subject quickly.
"I heard one chick sitting next to me say that the lead model is really famous, and that she doesn't even give the time of the day to Orlando Bloom" ,he mocked.
His brothers shrugged and forgot about the girl, instead, they started to discuss about which girl they would talk to; Edward couldn't focus. The truth was he hadn't paid any attention to the show or the models until the last one appeared.
Should he try to talk to her even though his brother assured him she wouldn't even look at him?
The young man convinced himself that he had nothing to lose after all, and was sure he could at least get her name. Forgetting about his previous companion he left together with his brother. Each one had their own car, in case they got some luck with any model, as they couldn't probably go in the same vehicle.
Edward jumped in his Maserati Ghibli S Q4, his latest acquisition and most precious possession. Meanwhile Jasper got in his Audi R8 and Emmett in his Mercedes-Benz young men followed their youngest brother who actually knew where the after party was. They drove faster than was needed but the party had already begun for sure and they didn't want to lose the chance of getting a girl.
Soon enough they were inside the luxury hall where the party was taking place and very cheerful music was being played. They had recognized some people from the show who were talking between them with a drink in their hands; Emmett got them some quickly to which Edward appreciated.
The room was getting more and more crowded as the night passed by, and Edward was starting to get really crossed about it. All of the models were already there; some here and there talking with male models and fans, but the brunette wasn't there.
"I can't find my Blondie." Emmett yelled over the strident music. Jasper shook his head relaying that he hadn't found his dark-haired girl neither. Edward stayed there, glass in his hand, without letting anyone notice his annoyance.
Between a widely crowded group Edward saw a skinny brunette, but it wasn't his nymph, it was the designer, who surely would know where the model was. Edward walked towards the girl that was hooked to a guy slightly shorter than He and not as good looking, but who was looking with pure fascination to the girl.
"Excuse me," he called her attention, taking care not to seem to provocative and make the young man jealous, whose girl was the only person who could lead him to the model, "I'm Edward Cullen and I'd like to talk with you about your wedding dress."
The young woman nodded with a wide smile and sparkling eyes; they moved away from the rest of the group followed by the insistent look of the guy that supposedly was her boyfriend.
"I'm listening" ,the woman said, encouraging him to speak.
"I was wondering if you could do that same design for my fiancé," after his words, the woman's eyes shined with triumph, "But first I'd like to have a word with the model that presented it."
"With Isabella?" she asked intrigued, revealing the model's name. 'Isabella', the man locked away the musical sound of her name into his thoughts.
"Yes, precisely her, Isabella" ,he assured, rejoicing with his victory.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid she not available. She is on a trip right now." she apologized, ashamed because she couldn't do anything about it.
Edward felt his victory falling apart, but instantly an idea popped out in his mind.
"Well, in that case it could be a reign-check. I'm about to go on a trip as well but as soon as she's back you can reach me at my number and we'll have that chat, just to be sure it's the right dress for my lady." He gave her his card and a bright smile.
"I assure you I'm very interested, Miss Weber". The young woman blushed off the excitement and took the card as she nodded strongly.
"I'll call you as soon as possible." she replied. Edward smiled satisfied and said goodbye walking away.
He had no intention of buying any wedding dress, he didn't even have a girlfriend, and a part of him was ashamed he had mislead that woman who obviously loved everything about her job. But that would just be collateral damage, which he was willing to take if he could get that precious nymph.
Edward spent the rest of the night head over heals with satisfaction and joy; he didn't even care about his brothers who weren't really into the mood because they had lost their prey.
Several miles away from there, Alice, Rosalie and Isabella were taking a plane to Seattle. That was why Isabella had asked Alice to look for Rosalie, it was to inform her that if they were going to leave, they should do it as soon as possible.
When the fashion show was over they would leave for Forks, and they wouldn't stay longer than two days, and she was putting her foot down. As her mother used to say best to get it over and done with, and Isabella decided to take that advice.