Here I am! Back again with another chapter. So what I had in mind is still mixed up, but I'll get it sorted out...soon.
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I sat comfortably in the yellow Porsche's leather seats and tried relaxing to the sounds of the Carpenters, while we neared the impending doom of what is Alice's dressing room. Yes, she had such a large closet and countless amounts of beauty products, she couldn't fit it into her own bedroom.
She had picked me up from the firm to "work on me" as she had explained to Edward. For me, it meant being stripped naked and having articles of clothing thrown at me from everywhere to fit into. The journey towards beauty was a long and treacherous one...filled with make-up, high heels, and a lot of Bella-getting-her-butt-bruised-badly.
"Is Jasper home?" I asked as we turned into the driveway of her husband's mansion. It was a weird notion for Alice to have lived in our small and space-limited apartment for so long while she had such a great alternative. Her mind was indecipherable, as with that interest in making me her Barbie doll.
"Nope. He's off busy preparing for the evening. But I did get Rosalie to come over to help. We only have an hour and it's going to take some time preparing you." I groaned at the thought. It was fine with Alice around...but Rosalie being present meant my ego dropped a few notches and the desire to start working out was immediately struck upon me. I would definitely have to work out either way...I couldn't rely only on sex to get my heart beating.
"What are you smiling about, Bella?" Alice asked, parking the car and looking at me with a befuddled expression.
"Oh, nothing." I quickly composed myself and stepped out into the cavernous garage.
Standing already waiting for us at the door of the mansion was Rosalie, leaning against the frame looking like a reincarnation of Aphrodite with her blond hair blowing in the subtle wind and in a t-shirt with jeans. She looked great in everything.
I sighed and stepped in, not even surprised by the two arms that took hold of me and wrenched me into the dressing room. I was, as expected, stripped bare while Alice was heating up a curling iron and telling Rosalie to go fetch the dress in her closet. I didn't even need look to know just how big of a monstrosity her closet is. It was...big. I was cold and shivering when Rosalie returned with a gorgeous white dress. It was simple and elegant, yet oozed a sex appeal that I was for sure, unable to pull off.
"Put this on now. We're on a tight schedule." Alice commanded, picking up the curling iron already. Rosalie was helping me slip on matching black thong and strapless bra. While I fumbled with finding where my head goes into the dress, Alice was already beginning her madness, with the intense heat only centimeters away from my own head. This is why being a Barbie doll was dangerous.
After having it on, I was swept off my feet into a chair for make-up. Rosalie was busily adding foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, blush and lip gloss onto my face in a blur. Alice was close to finishing in curling all my strands of messy waves into sophisticated curls that rested just below my armpits. Taking a few locks of my hair and transforming it into braids, Rosalie then pinned them into a crown on the top of my head, forming a beautiful semi-laurel wreath. The rest of my hair cascaded down my back.
Taking a peek into the full length mirror, I was taken by surprise. The white, Grecian dress draped on my body extravagantly. It was sleeveless and one-shouldered but covered like a tunic except for the cut-outs below the armpit that extended down to my waist. The black belt that hung around my waist gave the impression of having longer-than-normal legs and rested casually. The dress was spectacular in every way I looked at it, flowing like water down my body. It was dazzling in the evening sun as I stared at this familiar stranger. My mahogany hair was impeccable, looking every bit like a goddess from an ancient mythological story. The make-up was radiant, emphasizing au-naturale beauty.
"Wait, we're almost done." Alice opened her closet and pulled out a drawer to expose her collection of accessories. She found a pair of white hoop earrings and returned to place it onto me. It finished off the look wondrously.
"How do you like it?" Rosalie asked, smiling and squeezing my shoulders softly.
"I - I..." Words couldn't describe how grateful I was of them.
"I think she's speechless." Alice smirked and pinched me lightly on the skin of my exposed sides.
"Thank you. Really. I am." It was remarkable how easily they could make anyone look beautiful, even me.
"No problem. Well, Rosalie we better get into our dresses and head out!" Returning back to her perky self, Alice spun me around and sat me down on the leather couch while they changed. Alice came out in an enchanting green dress that hugged her petite frame beautifully. She was just putting on a pair of earrings when Rosalie stepped out. Rosalie looked like a runway model when she appeared, dawning a flowing purple dress on her statuesque body. It was embedded with small pieces of sapphires to make it sparkle like the night sky.
"You two look beautiful." I commented, standing up to get ready for the banquet.
"Well, I'm sure most eyes will be on you. We're just the two back-ups." Rosalie smiled and led the way for us.
I knew it was no use trying to argue about who was prettier, as a competition would never even be a competition. My two sister-in-laws were the personified meaning of beauty. The evening sky was beginning to turn dark, making our bright dresses stand out in the glowing landscape. Rosalie's red convertible BMW was waiting just outside the front door was we climbed in. Alice, knowing I was clumsy with the lengthy dress, volunteered to sit at the back. What would I do without her thoughtfulness?
"Alice, are the Volturi family going to be there tonight?" Rosalie asked, breaking the silence as we drove towards the hotel that Jasper had arranged for the banquet to be held at. The name of the Volturi hit a chord as I thought back to Heidi. She had given me some warning about Edward...about him and her...was it true?
I was absentmindedly thinking about things when I heard the words "Heidi" and "Edward".
"...Heidi used to be fairly close to Edward. Wonder what happened?"
"They were childhood friends, were they not? When I went to high school with you guys, everyone in our classes would talk about them like a couple." Rosalie's statement seemed to have unearthed a sense of...jealousy for Heidi. I was oblivious to Heidi before, thinking that me and Edward were too in love with each other that any outside force was useless. But knowing they had history - well, what if Heidi did successfully take away Edward from me? How would I fair then? What would I do then? I couldn't live in a world without being with Edward...it just seemed too surreal.
"Heidi and Edward went out before?" I asked, cutting off what Alice was saying.
"Well, they went out for a few months. It's unknown what happened for them to break up..." Alice, who had sensed my obvious disdain in hearing that, quickly comforted me.
"It's not like that'll be a problem. I mean, you and Edward are together. That's all that matters." She placed her gentle hands on my shoulders and squeezed lightly, a warm smile on her face.
For now, I had to realize that nothing was going wrong in my life. I would have to ignore and forget what Heidi said. Alice made a good point - I was with Edward, not her. She was just jealous. With that, I was pleased to know that whatever happened, Edward and I would be inseparable.
"We're there!" Alice announced momentarily, slightly jumping in her seat.
I groaned and knew it was time to face Heidi. Again.
Okay, this is where the plot thickens. I mean, literally.
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(Btw, it's my birthday on August 6th. I MAY update on that date if I get enough reviews. Anyone like that idea? :P