Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: It all started with a haircut. Yeah, the haircut of the future king!
A/N: It's a re-write. I didn't like a few things in the original!
BPOV
"Just pretend you're Renee!" Emmett's voice crackled through the phone. "He's very specific about everything, and he insists on a professional haircut."
Panic surged through me. "But Renee's not here!" I protested. "And I'm no professional!"
Emmett chuckled. "Relax, Bella. You've cut my hair before, and you did a great job. Trust me, I'll explain everything later."
Emmett Cullen, the younger prince of the Gevonia kingdom was my classmate at the university. Our major was History while Edward Cullen, his Twin brother, thirty minutes elder to him, and the future king, was majoring in Politics and Economics at the same university. They wanted to study in the states to be away from the limelight they had in their country.
Emmett was so... chill! He was so friendly with everyone that I never felt like he was a royal!
But Edward Cullen was exactly opposite! I had never met him, but I had heard so many stories about him. People found him very intimidating. He ran in his own circle and never bothered to be friends with 'commoners'!
And now... I was supposed to give him a haircut!
Renee, my stepmother ran this salon and Emmett was one of her clients. He loved her haircuts.
And me? I was not at all professional! I learned it for fun and tried my skills on friends sometimes!
Now, thanks to Emmett, I was about to give the future king a haircut!
I tried to object, but he said Edward was already on his way!
"Mrs. Swan?" a deep voice inquired.
Standing before me was Edward Cullen, every bit as intimidating as his reputation suggested.
"Yes, that's me," I stammered, my nerves jangling. "Come in, please."
"My brother mentioned an appointment..." he said as he roamed his hand in his hair.
"He did," I confirmed, mustering a smile. "What kind of haircut were you thinking of?"
"Not too short," he replied as he settled in the chair, "My friend, well, let's just say I needed a trim."
My heart hammered in my chest as I began. This was insane. I was cutting the future king's hair!
"Actually, Emmett usually prefers..." I started, hoping to ease my nerves with chatter.
"I prefer silence during haircuts," he said in a polite but firm tone.
Huh!
That was so rude!
How was he going to react if I messed up? That could be a story for my grandchildren, but not the kind I'd want to tell.
Focus, Isabella, I silently commanded myself.
Minutes ticked by, and finally, I stepped back, holding my breath.
"Here you go," I said nervously.
He scrutinized his reflection, then surprised me with a genuine smile. "It looks great."
Wow, I couldn't believe it! He fucking liked it!
Yay! I had done it! This would be a great story to tell my grandchildren!
Haircut of a future king of Gevonia!
Yeah, it sounded really cool!
"Thank you." He smiled as he observed himself in the mirror, "I like it."
"I'm glad you liked it." I smiled.
"Isabella? What are you doing here?"
No, no, no!
Renee wasn't supposed to be here right now!
What was she doing here?
"Oh hey, Emmett!" she said, "Oh my God! I wasn't expecting you here."
"That's... Mr. Edward Cullen, actually!" I said.
"What?" she gasped, "Oh my Goodness! I'm Renee Swan. I'm so glad to meet you! Should I offer curtsy or something?" she chuckled nervously, "Emmett said I shouldn't, but I'm not sure if I should do it to you."
No, no, no!
"Actually..." I said.
"Just a min!" He interrupted before I could explain anything, "You are Renee Swan? Then who are you?"
God!
This was really embarrassing!
"I'm... I'm Isabella Swan," I said. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Okay?" His brow furrowed. "I was under the impression I was getting a haircut from Renee Swan."
"You were supposed to get a haircut from me?" Renee asked. She looked very confused, as she should be!
"Yes, Emmett said he talked to you regarding my haircut," he said.
"There was a slight misunderstanding," I stammered, my voice barely audible. "Emmett asked me to fill in since you were on your way."
"He said he'd explain later," I added, bracing myself for his reaction.
A tense silence stretched between us.
Okay?
Like, what was he going to do now?
"Are you a professional hairstylist?" he inquired.
My throat tightened. "Ummm... No, I'm just..."
Before I could finish, he reached for the mirror and he just went into a... panic mode!
"I can't believe this," he said, running a hand through his hair.
"Can you please fix this?" he turned to Renee, his voice laced with urgency.
'Fix this'?
My jaw clenched. He liked the damn haircut before!
Renee, ever professional, rushed forward with a reassuring smile as she grabbed the scissors, "Of course. Leave it to me."
"I'm sorry... I prefer the professional haircut," he said to me.
Alright, I hated this guy!
"Of course... I understand," I replied, as my jaw clenched.