Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. And Edward belongs to Bella.
"I just can't take it anymore!" I screamed. I was on the internet, reading some horrible things people said about me. One person said 'Maria Masen looks like she smells like dead feet!' Who even says that?
"I told you not to look at those articles. All it does is frustrate and hurt you," said Edward, rubbing my back.
"But I have to know what people are saying about me. Wouldn't you want to know if you were in the same situation?" I replied.
"Honestly, no. You're beautiful, Bella. You're extremely talented and have a great family. Why do you care about strangers' opinions?"
I knew he was right. I turned off the laptop and sat next to him on the loveseat. "I guess I'm still a little insecure."
"I can't tell you enough. You're amazing. The work 'beautiful' isn't nearly enough to describe you. You have an amazing voice, and you truly care about everyone. You have a good heart, Bella. A lot more people like you than dislike you," Edward said. I leaned my head against his shoulder, and he stroked my hair.
"I love you," I said, my mood instantly lifted. And then I kissed him.
"What was that, Alice?" I said into my cell phone.
"We found some amazing stuff here in Los Angeles! First we went to…" My sister continued to babble. I tuned her out. I wasn't in the mood to talk about clothes. We were thirty minutes away from pulling into our hotel in San Antonio, and I was nervous about seeing the public for the first time since my radio interview.
I crumbled up a plastic bag into the receiver. "Sorry!" I yelled. "I think I'm breaking up!" I promptly hung up the phone. I loved Alice, I really did, but sometimes she could get a little carried away.
Edward was taking a shower in the tiny shower compartment. It was amazing that you could have running water while riding down the road. I shed my clothes, opened the glass door, and stepped in.
"Bella," he whispered lovingly. I leaned into him, and he closed the door behind me. We had almost no room – the shower was tiny! But just being there, my body against his, was pure bliss.
After we bathed, I got dressed and did my hair. Then I put on my makeup: A little concealer, translucent powder, blush, lip gloss, and mascara. The concealer was to hide the dark bruise-like circles under my eyes, and the powder was to blend the concealer in with the rest of my face. The blush was so I didn't look like a dead person. And the mascara and lip gloss was to 'complete the look'. Those were Rosalie's words, not mine. I personally didn't like wearing makeup- the foreign substance felt strange against my skin. But Jenny insisted on it.
"How long until we get there?" I asked Edward.
"About 3 minutes. Are you ready?" he answered.
"As ready as I'll never be," I muttered under my breath. I sat down and waited to meet my fate.
When I stepped out of the tour bus, there were tons of people waiting. Mostly reporters and photographers. I hated getting my picture taken, but those huge fancy cameras didn't intimidate me anymore. I smiled and started to walk through the crowd, Edward's hand holding on to mine. For once I was wearing my wedding ring. I loved the feeling of it on my finger, like I was completely invincible when I had that little silver band on. I forced a smile on my face.
"Maria! Maria!" Everyone wanted to talk to me. Even though Edward and I had been expecting many people, it still surprised me that they knew which hotel I was staying at and when I would arrive. Was nothing private anymore?
"Is it true? Are you really married?" Asked an Asian woman wearing a really cute dress.
I answered with only one word. "Yes."
I held my head up high as I walked into the lobby of the hotel.
Believe it or not, I have actually taken showers riding down the road. It is not a very pleasant experience. But I bet it would have been more fun if the shower had come with a wet naked Edward! ;D