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The room is large. Humongous, even. Coloured in emerald green, deep rich browns and golds, it's definitely beautiful and we even have seperate bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms. Good.
Sharing a room, never mind a bathroom with those divas? No thank you.
"Thanks, uh, Emmett." Rosalie nods at the bellboy who helped us - or my fellow companions - with our bags. Good think he's built like a shit brick house or no way would've he got all their bags up here.
She arches an eyebrow at him as he continues to goggle her. But, really, can you blame him? She's gorgeous. However, Rose doesn't do well with starers or bellboys. Long story.
"Yes?" She sighs, impatiently. This snaps him out of it and he frowns.
"Ma'am, impatience doesn't get you anywhere and any rudeness to staff, even to us bellboys," he pauses then, the distaste for his position evident before he continues. "So it'd be much appreciated if you limit your hostility to a minimum. Now, enjoy your stay!" He brightens up automatically and then he's left the room with a swift nod, closing the door softly behind him.
He just stood up to Rosalie Lillian Brandon.
I think I may be in love with that man.
There is an awed silence on mine and Alice's part and a slow, angry silence of Rosalie's part while she quietly fumes. No-one has ever put her in her place like that and damn, was it fun to watch!
Yeah, Bella, you're friends with that girl, try to be compassionate or reasonable?
Yeah, okay. Right.
"Rose-" I start to break the silence before she claps a hand on my mouth.
"I'm. Going. Shopping." She states slowly, in a dazed-like state before picking up her Louis Vuitton bag and exiting the room with her copy of the room key.
Shopping therapy. I urge Alice to join her and I'm alone. At last. Those bitches are tiring.