Author's Note:

Sorry guys for taking so long to update Miss Congeniality, I've kind of had minimal time, and I wanted to get out more chapters for What Happens Next. So, I decided to try and update with as many chapters as I can, but I can't guarantee much more than this right now. Again, I am really sorry for not holding to my promise, but here's the next chapter! Enjoy! Also, Check out Gifted, All My Life, and The Lost Daughter of Russia, by flutetenorsaxplayer2008. They are al really good stories!!

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Chapter Five

Bella's Point of View

We finally were getting ready to leave for our plane, after a horrible day on my part, and I was grateful for what I thought would be a break from all of the madness, and it was.

For about ten minutes while Mr. Cullen explained the case to me, finally.

Alice Brandon, founder and head honcho of the multimillion-dollar Okra line of fashion and stores, had apparently been targeted for attack.

She called in the FBI to help her with this because she had a fashion show coming up, her biggest one of the year, in fact, and she didn't want her company, the show, or any of the girls and people attending and participating to get hurt or killed.

That's where we all came in, and where I went undercover. I had to pretend to be one of the models there, and look for any sign of who had been the assassin, if he or she was just that.

We had no idea whatsoever what we were looking for exactly, because this had been the first attack by this person.

Now that Cullen had explained the case, though, meant I had to endure this video of past shows and was told to be quiet and study the girls actions. James pointed out a ton of girls, saying proudly that he had trained them, and I faked admiration, putting my hand to my heart. I wiped away a fake tear, and asked him in a slightly higher-pitched voice,

"James? C-Can you make me like that?"

He rolled his eyes at my lame sense of humor, and walked up the narrow aisle back to Cullen, sitting in the empty seat next to him.

That was about when I decided to be an absolute pain in the ass, and I fake cried loudly, "Omigosh, they're so, so beautiful!" And I fanned my face, like I was trying to hold back tears.

People turned to glare at me, and I just smiled sweetly, before 'bursting out crying' again.

The rest of the plane ride was boring. And when I say boring, I mean boring, boring. As in, you are happy for any turmoil or disruption among the cabin, boring, like, you now, a heated discussion between a husband and wife about passing the chicken wings. (That happened to me! I had to sit right next to them, too!)

When we finally landed, and I pumped my fist, practically ready to kiss the ground beneath me as we departed the stuffy cabin.

And I actually probably would have, had I not been roughly pulled into a huge garage, hangar, thing (a/n: I have no clue what she went into for her little makeover, sorry, if anyone knows, either pm me about it, or tell me in your review!)

James sat me down, and people started to crowd around me with scary-looking tools. I cringed away, praying that they weren't using those on me.

"Where do we start?" One of the people asked, not even bothering to hide their disgust. I stuck my tongue out at them, and James said to them, "Teeth, hair, manicure, pedicure."

Wait, what? What is a pedicure? It sounds like it hurts! "Which one first?" I asked him, and they all rolled their eyes, getting to work.

"Ow! Ow, ah, OW! Can't I get some Novocain?!" The person working on my teeth rolled their eyes, looking at James. He merely shrugged.

"I'm only cleaning?!" she said, obviously completely annoyed with me.

You can go ahead and be annoyed, lady, I don't care! I thought bitterly, hating Cullen for doing this to me.

"OW! No! It feels like Sweeney Todd back there, what are you doing!"

"We are trying to get your hair to make a statement!" replied James, with some air of authority. I would have stuck my tongue out, if some cursed woman was not torturing me, but I managed to give him a look anyways.

"As long as it doesn't say, 'Thank you very much for the music award,' OW!" I yelled, as he pulled a comb through my unruly hair.

"You're lucky if I can get it untangled!" The man said, giving an extra rough tug, as I groaned in pain.

All of a sudden, a loud voice sounded over some sort of speaker.

"Attention, all units to hair and waxing area,"

The waxing was torture. But then, wasn't it all?

Some different people began brushing this bluish, greenish goop all over my body, and put what was probably a trees worth of paper on me.

Someone ripped one off my hands, and I grunted, trying hard not to scream.

Then came the legs.

Rip. "Ow!" Rip. "Hello!" And then, the bikini wax.

RIIIPPP!!! "AGHHH!" I screamed as they ripped the last piece off. I came waddling out from behind the curtain in a thin, hospital-like gown, glaring at everyone and everything.

Edward's Point of View

RIIIIPPPPPP!!!! What was that? "AGHHH!!" Bella came waddling out from behind this curtain-like thing, glaring at everyone and everything.

I gave James a questioning look, and he merely answered, "Bikini wax," I cringed, shaking my head. "Ow," I murmured. (a/n: sorry his POV was so short, I just needed to do that part from his POV, but don't worry, there will be a fairly long one in this chapter!!)

Bella's Point of View

The only thing that was going to make this any better would be a –oh, hello, my pretties, I thought, grinning as I grabbed a huge sandwich. I was about to take a bite, but James, and now I really hated him for this little stunt, grabbed my sandwich right out of my hands.

Now, if you know anything, anything at all about me, you know not to mess with my food.

This man was apparently fearless. "Nuh uh, uh!" He scolded, and replaced my sandwich with a celery stick. I do not do celery sticks. Ever.

"Nobody said this job was easy," said Cullen, his mouth full of his own sandwich. (a/n: ignore the implications, please ; )

Smirking, I got up in his face, took a huge bite, and said, "Mmmmmmmmm," He gave me an insolent look, and all of a sudden, he took a bite out of a doughnut.

"MMM!" He said right back. I frowned, stalking away, and then turned as I left him, to throw my celery at his head. Bingo! I thought as I saw it hit him square in the back of his head. "Heyw!!" He managed, still eating.

Next was facial, which I guess is the green mold they put on your face that smells like poo, and then they put more goop in my hair, wrapping it in foil.

I was walked by James carefully over to Cullen, seeing as I could only open my eyes a little bit due to the fact that I was fossilizing in that stupid mask.

"Now, this is an earpiece, we hear you, you hear us."

"Who needs that, with all this foil I'm getting' HBO," I retorted.

He bit back a laugh, and turned again, grabbing a tiny metal American flag that looked like a pin.

"This is a pin camera," he said, confirming my suspicions. "There is a feed in there that provides us with a live digital video. I looked at the TV that was projecting the feed, and almost laughed. I look like a horror movie! I thought to myself.

Then came the I.D.'s. "Here's your new ID," he handed me the papers, and I looked them over seeing nothing—WAIT!! I turned back to him, giving him a menacing glare.

"Gracie Lou Freedbush?!" I exclaimed angrily.

"Yeah, well, thought you liked that name," he said, smirking.

"Yeah, well, my IQ just dropped ten points." I slammed it back into his hands a bit forcefully, and he frowned. Must have been harder than I thought, because he also winced as I did so.

Then, the people went straight back to work.

"More, fluffy," James said, telling the stylist person.

"Eyebrows, there should be two"

"Another two coats and a sealant!"

Edward's Point of View

"Unbelievable!" I muttered. What could be taking so long? "Where the hell is she? What could possibly be taking this long?" I asked, getting extremely impatient. How could they still be working when they'd been doing so all night?

Then there was a rumble.

The door started to open, and I took a huge gulp of my coffee, tired.

Then, I saw her.

Oh. Shit.

Author's Note: HAHA!! Cliffy!! Edward's finally seeing Bella all done with the makeover! So, what do you think? Was it long enough a chapter? Also, I know I left out the "gliding" scene, after the restaurant, but that will be in this story, at the end. (Probably as a deleted scene!)

Now, review!!

P.S. go check out flutetenorsaxplayer2008's stories; All My Life, Gifted, and The Lost Daughter of Russia! They are absolutely awesome!

PEACE!

Norah : )