So, I know I've been MIA. Think of this as my welcome back to fanfiction. I've decided to finish this story in a drabble fashion – short chapters, frequent updates. Maybe I can finish it tonight! :D Probably won't be beta'ed so excuse the errors.
And no, I'm not forgetting Betty or Sins. I'm just getting my feet wet with this world again.
Enjoy!
A Moment for Reflection
Bella hadn't been home for more than five minutes before her cell phone was ringing.
Again.
She'd only had enough time to rid herself of the horrible heels Alice made her wear before the pixie began blowing up her phone. Having got enough of the third degree on the cab ride home, Bella let it go to voice mail.
And then her home phone started ringing . . .
This is Bella. I'm either not home or don't feel like talking. You know what to do . . .
She heard the answering machine beeped from its perch in her kitchen, the sound mimicking the starting pistol of a race, for once she got the green light, Alice went off on a verbal dash.
"Bella, pick up this phone. I have to finish our conversation. I really think that guy was in to you. And no, he wasn't just trying to be polite. Are you going to meet him for dinner? Of course you are, but we have to figure out what we're . . . I mean you're going to wear. Bella pick up this phone! Jazz , no!"
There was a muffled protest and a deep reprimand. Bella smiled when she heard her best friend's voice come onto the phone.
"Bella, sorry about that. We'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you."
Smiling widely, Bella turned the knob to her porcelain tub and began to fill it with hot water. With a peppermint soak saturating the water with its fragrance, Bella enjoyed the rest of the night with thoughts of her mysterious Italian savior.