I was bouncing in my seat waiting for the flight attendants to open the door to the plane. I was actually in Paris. Alyssa and I had our faces glued to the window as we peered out at the beautiful Charles de Gaulle airport in front of us.
"Paris is amazingly beautiful!" Alyssa sighed heavily.
"Yes," I agreed.
"And this is just the airport." Aunt Alice chuckled, reaching for my arm to drag me away from the window.
I looked at my mom and she was still sitting in her seat, starring at a picture of her and my dad on her phone. She missed him, I could understand that. I missed Jacob. We were in this romantic place without the love of our lives.
"Mom," I smiled and held out my hand for her. She reached for it, returning the smile.
"We all miss the guys, but come on! We have stuff to do." Aunt Alice hugged my mom's shoulders.
"Okay, okay, I'm here. I'm fine." My mom huffed.
"What are you doing?" Aunt Alice asked impatiently. "I don't think so!" She hissed, snatching the phone from my mom's hand.
"I want to call my husband. I think I have a right to do that."
"He's working."
"He'll answer my call."
"Bella, Edward is fine. You can call him and talk all night, but right now we have to start our shopping."
"Er… Aunt Alice?" Alyssa peered around my shoulder.
"You really want to go to the hotel?" She grumbled.
"I need to shower, I smell like plane, and I can't wear this outfit out on the streets of Paris!" Alyssa spoke as if she was in shack that Aunt Alice didn't notice her shorts and tank-top was unfitting for Paris.
"Agreed!" I chimed in. Even though I was dressed in a pink sundress and stilettos, I wanted a few minutes to call Jacob. Of course my Aunt couldn't see that decision.
"Fine." Aunt Alice mumbled and walked off the plane. Alyssa and I followed with my mom gripping my arm as I half dragged her through the terminal. Alyssa was doing the same with Aunt Rosalie, but she seemed to have more control over her human daughter.
I glanced behind me to see why I was able to drag my mother.
"Bella!" Aunt Alice hissed as my mom held her phone to her ear.
"I'd like to see you stop me in front of all these people." My mom snapped, her voice too low for human ears to hear.
My mom continued to let me drag her to luggage claim while she talked to my dad. She told him all about our flights. If he were human, I was pretty sure he'd be sleeping on the other end by now.
When we got to the hotel, it was more beautiful than any place I have ever stayed at. Alyssa and I got freshened up and changed to go out. By the time we were done it was nighttime. I figured Jacob would answer his phone no matter what time it was back home.
He answered on the first ring. "I've been waiting to hear your voice."
"I miss you, too." I smiled, but my heart ached for him. It hurt to be this far away. I knew this was the last time I would ever put this much space between us.
"You having fun?"
"We just got here. I think we're going out sightseeing right now, I'll call you in the morning."
"Be safe."
"Always." I bit my bottom lip and forced myself to hang up.
"You're as bad as your mother." Aunt Alice's voice came from behind me. I dropped my phone on my bed and spun to face her.
"Sorry. You didn't call Uncle Jasper?"
"I might have." She winked and held the door open for me.
"Right." I nodded and hurried to meet up with the others.
The sights were breathtaking to see. This was definitely a place I want to bring Jacob to see. So many people walking hand in hand, and stopping for a romantic kiss under the beautiful lights.
By the time we got back to the hotel I could barely keep my eyes open. Once we were in the elevator, I rested my cheek on my mom's shoulder and she wrapped her arm around me waist, supporting all my weight.
"Almost there." She spoke into my hair.
I felt something against my leg and picked up my head to look at Aunt Rosalie laughing as she bent down to pick up Alyssa, sleeping on the elevator floor.
"She didn't make it." My mom chuckled.
"No one's in the hall, you can carry her." Aunt Alice told Aunt Rosalie.
The next morning we were up early for a day of dress shopping. After what seemed like forever, and I had tried on all the dresses I could possibly try on, Alyssa couldn't be patient anymore.
"Please! I need some new purses! I have to!"
"We can go." I mumbled, stepping out of the dressing room.
"You'll find it." Aunt Alice patted my back.
"It's not easy to find a dress." My mom reminded me.
"You found one."
"Your aunt found one for me, but it just so happened to be based around your father more than it was for me."
"I don't think my dress is here." I sighed, defeated.
"How about a new Prada bag?" Alyssa asked, her hand on the door.
"Maybe." I smiled and followed her into the store.
The second day of dress shopping was much easier. The very first dress I tried on I fell in love with. The consultant placed her hands on my bare shoulders and turned me slowly to look at myself in the mirror. I stood in shock, tears streaming down my face.
"This is it." I whispered to myself. I stared at the strapless dress hanging perfectly off my body.
The pleaded top shaped perfectly around me. Wrapped around my hips and just under my chest, were beads made into the most elegant design, separating my torso from the rest of my body. Just below my waist, the dress flared out just right. It wasn't too tight, where my father would flip over every curve of my body shown, but it wasn't too big where it hid everything.
"Ready?" The consultant's voice caused me to flinch. I forgot she was in the room with me.
I nodded, biting my bottom lip.
Gasps from my aunts, mother, and cousin proved that this was my dress.
"Oh, honey!" My mom jumped to her feet and rushed over to me. "You're so beautiful."
"Definitely the one." Aunt Alice agreed.
"It's like it was made for you." Aunt Rosalie added.
I glanced at Alyssa who had tears in her eyes. I knew the others would look the same, if that were possible for them to cry. But I could easily see it in their eyes.
"Veil." My mom choked on the word and pointed to the display.
"Tiara?" I asked as the consultant wondered over to pick the Veil.
"We have a great selection of diamond tiaras in the glass counter." The consultant pointed to the other side of the store and I wondered over.
I chose a smaller one, so it wouldn't throw off the beauty of the dress. The veil the consultant chose pieced it all together perfectly.
"Now all of you remember, I don't want Dad or Jacob knowing what my dress looks like. I want it to be a surprise to both of them." I reminded them as we walked out of the Boutique. The dress was held tightly in my mom's arms. Aunt Alice was going to finish the alterations on her own.
"Don't worry, we got it, and Bella, you'll take care of Alyssa, right?" Aunt Rosalie asked, nudging Alyssa with her elbow.
"I can take care of it." My mom nodded.