The first date, perhaps? ;)
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As soon as I got back into the hotel room, I was bombarded with dresses, skirts and low-cut blouses with matching shoes before I even let go of the bags that had created havock on my forearms.
Finally, they - no, not myself, they! - opted for the midnight blue low-cut, long-sleeved dress that is tight on the lower half and flowy around the chest and arms with black Louis Vuitton shoes and Alice's own Gucci purple handbag with rhinestones imprinted upon it. Beautiful.
Before I leave, I glance at the mirror and am left speechless at the brown-haired beauty staring back at me and I grin. They sure did do a great job, especially with the green eyeliner, Inote.
And yes, they're extremely proud of themselves as well. Giving me a chaste hug as to not ruin their "masterpiece", they wave me goodbye and kick my ass out of the room.
Figuratively, of course.
No way would Alice ruin the back of this dress. Prada, after all.
I arrive outside his door and nerves hit me with a force, knocking my self-esteem drastically.
You can't do this.
Yes she can.
No she can't.
Yes she-
Great, now my inner voices are arguing about my ability to have a successful date with Edward Cullen. Nice co-operation.
Finally, I father up my courage and knock softly on the door, chewing my lip briefly before remembering about the £15 lipgloss that Rosalie had applied to my attacked lips.
He opens the door suddenly and I gasp.
Beautiful, as ever.