SM OWNS IT ALL.
I really am gonna be sick.
I don't know how or why I let Alice guilt me into going. Fuck!
"I don't wanna go." I whine as I sit on the sofa next to Sophie who's getting her hair did by Alice.
"But I'm getting pretty hairs Bella-s. We hafta go. Okay?" Sophie says like I'm the two-year old. She's fucking adorable. And demanding.
I should be used to the ache in my chest. I'm not. I rub it.
"All done, Sophia!" Alice cheers. She loves dressing her up and doing her hair. She lives for that shit.
The weather is amazing, I have to say. I opted for a sundress and sandals.
Sophie pulls on my dress. "Bella-s are we gonna get our toe-sies done?" She points to our toes. I look down at her tiny little toes. We both have French tips.
"Can we Bella-s?" she asks again when I don't answer right away.
"Yes, we are mamas." Alice chimes in. "Go grab your purse."
"Come on, Bella." Alice nudges me. "You look like you're gonna be sick. I have everything under control. It's gonna be fine."
It's gonna be fine, it's just Edward. I tell myself.
We file into Alice's car and I turn on the radio.
Lord help me, Alice has a Miley CD.
Sophie starts to sing at the top of her lungs to the chorus of Party in the USA. I turn around to look at her; she's trying to shake what her mamma gave her. Nodding her head like yeah?
Oh God. Poor child.
"What the fuck have you been teaching her, Alice?" I whisper yell. She rolls her eyes.
"Shut up and sing with us party pooper!" Alice starts moving her hips to the music and singing, "So I put my hands up they're playing my song…"
Shoot me.
A/N Come on...Party in the USA is catchy. I may or may not blast it in my car with the windows up. LOL