They know! ;)
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"Uh..." My genius response.
"Finally!" Rosalie grins.
"How big was it? Or was it a girl? Please say it was a guy, honey, I'm not homophobic or anything, but a one night stand at a foreign hotel is always best to be with someone of the opposite sex."
Mary Alice Brandon, ladies and gentlemen.
"Keep your panties on, please. It was a guy," I fix a glare upon Alice who grins in return before continuing. "And it was...fantastic!" I gush, blushing bright red with the memories of the night. No way was I telling Alice how big it was. I'd die.
Squeals. Jumping. Stares. High-fives. Boob bumps. My friends, everyone.
"But..." I chew on my lip. Ah, hell.
"But?" They gasp simantaneously.
"Yes, but." I mutter and roll my eyes, a pet hate of theirs. Suckers. "It was amazing, mind-blowing. Fantastic! But, !" I gasped in huge breath, fidgeting madly with the hem of my dress.
And here it comes.
"OHMYGOD."
"BELLA GOT LAID WITH A FAKE NAME AND LEFT HIM!"
Oh Jesus.
"You have to see him again! Oh, it'll be Maid in Manhattan all over again." Alice sighed, romance dripping from her tone in waterfalls of happiness.
"Yes! But first, shopping." Rosalie declares with a murderous glint in her ice blue eyes.
Kill me.