The large white box on the bed drew Rosalie's attention at once. There was a note attached.
Put this on and meet me at the foot of the stairs in two minutes. Em.
Inside the box was a deep red velvet robe with a wide black sash and a white nightdress with ruffles on the collar and sleeves. It was the sort of thing that would have been fashionable during Jasper's human lifetime. There was also a shoulder length black wig.
Oh, what the heck, she decided as she put it on and surveyed her reflection with satisfaction. Hm. Vivien Leigh.. But I'm more beautiful, she thought as she went downstairs to meet Emmett.
She was still waiting at the bottom of the staircase when he emerged from the hallway to the left, dressed exactly like Rhett Butler, but far more handsome than Clark Gable could ever be.
"This is one night you're not turning me out," he quoted as he approached. Before she could respond or react, his lips came down on hers in a passionate kiss that left no room for thought, and he swept her into his arms and up the grand staircase.
When conscious thought returned, she wondered if she should still be angry with him.
She'd think about it tomorrow.