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It's me again! Long time no see! I haven't been writing for a while because I found out that my Grandma broke her arm and had to have surgery, and my aunt has two blood clots on her lungs and one of her lungs collapsed. She is in ICU at the hospital. In addition to that, my sister has contracted a disease that doesn't allow her to eat gluten, which is found in all carbohydrates and many meats, fruits, and vegetables, and my best friend's sister has diabetes. So, I've been a little sad. But, I couldn't desert you, my lovely readers, could I?!

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"What are you talking about?!" I shot at Alice.

She continued as if she hadn't heard me. "Oh, and the way he just gazed at you!" Alice squealed. "It was love at first sight, just like I planned!"

Chapter 4

I was cruising along the highway, in a giddy haze. I leaned my head out the window as I watched the bright lights of the city float by, feeling the rush of the wind on my cheeks as I did so. I was in complete and total bliss, flying across the earth on a cloud.

I closed the window, and turned my head to look at my "chauffeur." His eyes lit up as he saw me looking at him.

"Bella, I love you," the man whispered, caressing my cheek. The feeling was radiating off of him, making me feel at peace. "Will you marry me?"

I took in his large, hazel eyes, and his sleek, black hair. I followed the line of his soft lips with my fingertips, noticing every curve and texture.

I parted my own lips to answer when I saw a dark blur flash out of the corner of my eye. Through my dreamlike haze, I could see a face that was as pale as the moon, with deep, green eyes. The moving blur was coming straight for me. And fast.

The man saw it too, and he threw himself in front of my small body.

"Joseph, NO!" I screamed.

I awoke with a start. I realized that I was drenched in sweat, and my body was shaking uncontrollably.

I peeked at the clock. It read 5:30 a.m. "Well, might as well get up," I thought to myself. There was no way I would be able to get back to sleep anyways.

I wearily climbed out of the bed, being careful not to wake Isabelle. I took in my surroundings and gasped. I had completely forgotten that this was my first night at Alice's house.

I walked to my suitcase, which I had yet to unpack, and pulled out my favorite pair of gray sweats. I pulled them on, trying not to think about my dream, and especially not about the person it was centered on. Or should I say, persons. I shuddered.

I quietly tip-toed out of the red room and into the hallway. I glanced into Alice's room and saw her body form lying peacefully under her frilly pink comforter. I grinned.

Once I had reached the kitchen, I pulled out the pancake mix. I thought it would be nice to make breakfast for Alice to show my appreciation for everything she had already done for me. Plus, Isabelle loved pancakes.

I mixed up the batter and dolloped a few pancakes onto the griddle, and slapped a few pieces of bacon in a skillet. I turned around to grab the orange juice when I came head-on with a green monster.

"OH MY GOD!!" I screamed, backing away from the creature. It was dressed in a…purple bathrobe?

"BELLA! What the heck!? You scared me!" It was Alice, and she just had some kind of avocado-mask gunk all over her face.

"What're you doing up so early, Al?" I gave her a questioning look.

"The same could be said for you, Miss Early Riser." Alice smirked. "Any late-night visitors that I should know about?"

She would not give this Edward thing a rest! I sighed, and ignored her question, thinking about my dream. It was then that the phone rang.

Alice ran into the living room to pick it up. I sat down at the island and waited. I wasn't exactly eavesdropping, but I was curious as to who was calling at 6:00 in the morning.

"Hello?" I heard Alice's voice. "Oh, hey! I was just about to call you!"

There was a short pause.

"Mhhhmm… sure. Well, I'm kinda busy today. I'm going shopping with my long-lost BFF!"

I hiccupped in surprise. Who said we were going shopping?

"Well of course you can come! We'll be over at 8:00. See ya!"

Alice skipped back into the kitchen, on her toes all the way. "Ouch," I thought. If I tried to do that, my feet would crack from my weight.

"Who was th-," I was interrupted by the sharp beeeep-beeeeep of the smoke alarm.

"The pancakes!" I exclaimed in surprise. The phone call had completely distracted me from what I was cooking.

Alice hurriedly unplugged the griddle, grabbed a cup, filled it with water, and doused the griddle. Thank goodness, the smoke alarm turned off.

I peeked through my fingers at Alice. I hoped she wasn't mad. When I looked up she had a mile-long smile on her face.

"Great way to start the day, huh?" She laughed.

I let out a nervous giggle. "Yea. Sorry, I just wanted to make you breakfast!" I made sad eyes at her."

"Well, it's the thought that counts, right?" She asked with a smile.

At that moment, Isabelle walked into the kitchen, her long, brown hair in tangles down her back. She was rubbing the sleep out of her hazel eyes. It was amazing how much they looked like her father's.

"What are you doing up, Isabelle?" Alice questioned. "It's very early for you."

"I heard a beep, so I came to see what was wrong. I had to save you and Mommy!"

I smiled at her thought.

"Well hon, mommy made pancakes, but they kind of…burned. So how does cereal sound?" I looked at my daughter apologetically.

"Fine," she replied. "Coco Puffs with orange juice, please!" The look on her face was maniacal.

Alice made a face. "Coco Puffs with orange juice in them? Ewww…"

Isabelle stared at Alice. "That's cuz' you haven't tried them, Auntie. Common, pleeeeease?"

I handed Isabelle her breakfast with a few snippets of bacon, and then gave both her and Alice a spoon.

The look on my best friend's face was priceless as she took the first bite. It started as one of disgust, then one of deep thought, and finally, one of complete delight.

Isabelle smiled in triumph. "See, Auntie, I told you you would like them!"

I knowingly handed Alice another bowl, and she dug in. I took the rest of the bacon for my breakfast.

We all sat down at the breakfast island. While the two girls were chowing down, I was playing with my bacon.

"Hey, who was that that called?" I asked Alice. "And since when were we going shopping?"

Alice looked up at me, her cheeks bulging with cereal.

"That was my friend Rosalie Hale," she said through a mouthful of Coco Puffs. "And we're going shopping because we have to get you an outfit for dinner tonight, silly! You have to look perfect for Edward."

My stomach dropped. I had completely forgotten about dinner with Edward tonight.

I let out a groan. "Ali, do we have to? I really don't feel like doing anything today."

Isabelle was watching the whole conversation attentively.

"I wanna go shopping with Auntie Alice!" she whined, shooting a grin at her as she said it.

"You heard your daughter, let's go!" Alice had a devilish look on her face.

I groaned again. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

"Fine. But I get veto privileges."

Alice and Izzy both cheered. Alice grabbed their empty dishes and threw them in the dishwasher.

"You're mine now, Isabelle," she cackled, and they both ran off into Alice's room.

I just stared at my bacon for a while.

"Well, it's just you and me now, old buddy," I remarked.

I was talking to bacon. How strange.


We were riding along the country road in Alice's Porsche 911 Turbo, and my hair was whipping around in my face. I wished I had put it in a ponytail.

Thankfully, I had changed out of my old sweats into dark blue jeans and an orange, babydoll-style blouse.

Isabelle was sitting in the backseat, happily humming in her carseat. Alice had put her brown hair, which was nearly identical to mine, into two long pigtails. Apparently, Alice could pull children's clothes out of thin air, because she had dressed Iz in an off-white cable knit sweater with big buttons. I had to admit it was pretty cute.

I was riding shotgun, and I turned to look at Alice. Boy, she was a handful in her pink paneled topand big white sunglasses. (All pics on profile.)

I fidgeted in my seat. It seemed like we'd been driving for a while.

Alice noticed my wriggling. "Don't worry," she said in an exasperated voice. "We're almost to Rosalie's house."

I sighed in relief. I then peeked back at Isabelle again.

"Now, Isabelle Angelina Swan, you'd better remember your manners with Rosalie, alright?" I looked at her sternly.

"If you're a good girl, Auntie Alice will buy you a new dress!" Alice squealed.

"Yay!" Isabelle exclaimed as we finally pulled into Rosalie's driveway. Her house was tan and pretty-good sized with a lot of windows.

Rosalie herself came out to meet us. I instantly was impressed by her long, blonde hair and supermodel body. She was wearing a knitted purple sweater-dress with leggings. She waved at us friendlily, and I waved back.

She stepped gracefully into the car, and I introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Bella Swan, Alice's friend, and this is my daughter Isabelle."

"I'm four!" Isabelle proudly stated.

Rosalie giggled girlishly. "Nice to meet both of you. Now are we ready to get this show on the road?!"

Alice, Isabelle, and Rosalie all cheered while I slumped into my seat. Now that we were in the city, the mall was only a few miles away.

Once we arrived, Alice parked the car in the closest spot to the mall doors. I dragged myself out of the car and unbuckled Isabelle from her carseat.

Alice picked up Izzy in her arms and we all (except for me) went sprinting into the super-sized mall, with my daughter squealing in excitement. She got more like Alice every day.

Alice and Rosalie led us around the mall, bragging like they knew it like the back of their hand. Our first stop was Victoria's Secret, a store that I had never even looked in, let alone buy something from.

The minute we stepped in the store, Rosalie's eyes went huge. They were locked on a slim fitting, tiered blue satin dress. I could tell how perfect it would look with her hair and deep blue eyes.

"Get it, Rose!" I exclaimed, now more excited that things had actually started happening. "You would look amazing in it."

"Thanks, Bella," Rosalie blushed. "You're sure it's not too dressy?"

"Not at all, Rose. Go try it on." I smiled encouragingly at her.

Alice and I continued to browse while Rosalie went to try on her dress.

"Oh.My.Gosh. Bella this is perfect for you!" Alice handed me a very revealing black and white checkered dress. I held it up against my body.

"No way, Ali. This mama won't fit in that dress."

Alice pouted until she found a dress of her own; a gray-and-white striped, short, turtleneck sweater-style one.

Rosalie and Alice checked out with their purchases, and we moved on to the next store, and the next, and the next. It took me forever to find the perfect dress. Alice and Rosalie kept on pushing me forward, along with Isabelle, who was thoroughly enjoying herself. She had ended up buying a long, pink, ruffled dress from Gap, not wanting to be left out.

We stopped at a store called Ralph Lauren. The thing that scared me most about this store was the price tags.

We walked around and around in the store, and eventually Isabelle and I couldn't find Alice and Rosalie. We both trotted to the very back of the store, where we found them both staring at a dress. I turned my attention toward it and gasped.

It was perfect. All it was was a simple, white dress with buttons that had shimmery stripes at the hem. I loved it. (All pics on profile.)

My friends said in unison, "TRY IT ON, BELLA!" so I did.

Once Alice had helped me with the zipper, I looked at my reflection.

"Mommy, you're beautiful!" Isabelle practically yelled. I gave her my widest grin.

I twirled in the mirror. I loved the way the dress moved when I put it on.

I changed, and our group went to the register to pay.

I handed the cashier money, but Alice had already whipped out her credit card.

"NO, Alice! It's my dress, I'll pay for it."

Alice smirked. "Think of it as a coming-back present from me and Rosalie."

Rosalie laughed and shared a look with Alice.

I realized that they weren't going to back down, so I let them pay.

We left the store, and finally made it to Alice's car. I looked at the clock on my cell phone. It was already 3:30. Who knew three and a half people could spend so much time shopping?!

Once everyone was situated, we sped out onto the highway. Isabelle was asleep within minutes. She hadn't had her nap, so I guess she was making up for it.

Alice, Rosalie, and I talked quietly for a while. We invited Rosalie to dinner, and she accepted. All other thoughts of the dinner looming in the distance left my mind.

We slowly pulled up to Alice's gigantic home, went inside, and sat down in her tangerine living room. I gently laid Isabelle down on the sectional couch.

Rosalie turned her attention to me. "So, Bella, are you ready to get made over for the great Edward Cullen?"

My jaw dropped. "Made over?!"

Voila! The amazing chapter four is over and done with. This was mainly filler; we'll get to the juicy stuff in the next chapter!

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