"Alice, where do you keep all this stuff?" I gawk at Alice's bed that is covered with all forms of make-up.

"In the magical black hole that exists in my closet, sit down and I will make you look and smell like a pretty woman."(A/N: Sorry inside joke with a friend, I dedicate this chapter to her since she loves giving me and many others makeovers.) She giggles as she forces me on the large bed.

"Is this going to hurt?" I whine.

"Not unless you force me to bite you, which will happen if you won't sit still. What did you eat, Twenty Pixie- Sticks?" She bears her small smile. I sigh and let her work, it only took ten minutes, even with hair.

"Put the dress on, we only have ten minutes to get back to the hotel!" Alice throws the small shopping bag at me.

"Okay, calm down Al." I run to her bathroom and through the material over my head and wiggle it downwards.

"Perfect, let me grab you a bag!" the pixie runs to her bulging closet and grabs a brown purse.

"Thanks Alice, I love you forever." I hug my best friend.

"You have to go, now." Alice grabs my hand and pulls me to her car. We meet Jasper in the hallway.

"Alice!" He exults as his love pulls me, her prisoner past him.

"Sorry Jazz, Bella's late." She doesn't even look back, Jasper will understand, he always does.

"Late for what?" Jasper looks down at us.

"She got a date, and she is late." Alice looks back for a minute and then rushes me to the Porsche, throws in the keys and speeds to the hotel. I feel like screaming at the speed she goes at.

"Go!" Alice pushes me out of the car quickly. I smooth the dress and enter the hotel.

"Hey, I was thinking you were going to forget about the whole entire thing." Edward walks towards me.

"Sorry, my friend kept me at her house for awhile." I smile and look up at his face.

"That's fine, any ideas where we should go?" Edward and I walk towards the revolving doors giggling as I fail to get into the section of the door.

"I know a couple of places, what are you in the mood for?" My concierge knowledge definitely becomes useful.

"Anything, really." He grabs my hand and finally gets me through the revolving door.

A/N: I love that last part, Bella would definitely fail at revolving doors, don't you think? Please, pretty please with a cherry on top review. It will make my day and help me smile. By the way, I leave on the forth for choir tour. This could possibly my last post for awhile, so enjoy! While my trip anyway, can you guys come up with any traditional Hawaiian food. My mom was born in Hawaii but moved when she was five and there for does not know all that stuff.