It had been days since my transformation. I was certainly enjoying life with my new family. In one of the rare moments when Edward and I were focused on something other than each other, Alice managed to capture my attention.

“Can I please get you dressed, Bella?” My original response was no. But after ten minutes of her constant nagging I broke down and agreed.

So here I was, sitting in her bathroom, blindfolded. She had spent an hour picking out an outfit and several more applying make up. I complained several times over the sillyness of her actions, but she never faltered.

Jasper was also forced into this nightmare. He had been recruited for several things throughout the night. His first job was to keep Edward from rescuing Bella, but that was quickly replaced when Alice simply couldn’t decide which dress to chose. Of course, I was no help.

When she finally decided, no thanks to either of us, he returned to his original job. Yet again, he was pulled away for the useless questioning of which product to use, which hairstyle to use, which shoes to use, and plenty more. He must have been bored out of his mind.

Finally she pulled the blindfold from my eyes and instructed me to look in the mirror.

“Why am I covered in feathers?”

The outfit was a sparkling black dress. It had one, thin strap over my left shoulder acting as support, and the cut made a diagonal just above my breasts. Hundreds of feathers covered the sleeve and followed the cut, continued down my right side. The thin fabric clinched around my waist, where the feather trail ended, and flowed down acting as skirt cut mid-thigh. Black stilettos topped off the outfit. I silently thanked her for not giving me a new hairstyle or jewelry to go with the outfit.

Upon hearing my remark, Edward burst through the door, and Jasper, to see what had happened. Only then did I realize how silly I must have sounded. One look at me and he was staring furiously at Alice.

“Doesn’t it look nice?” she asked no one in particular. I looked at her, scowling, only to find she was tuned out and admiring her work. I had to admit I was pretty.

The eyeliner, mascara, and red eye shadow highlighted my crimson eyes. The soft blush and light tan color she had covered my exposed upper body with caused me to practically glow. Finally, my hair fell in soft curls framing my face.

“You’re awfully small to be so hugely irritating.” So I did look terrified, petrified, embarrassed, and who knows what else.

Edward gathered me in his arms to comfort me from the terrible events.

“And you, Jasper, why would you let this happen?”

I peaked over his shoulder to see Jasper’s reaction. He looked astonished, like a train had just appeared out of nowhere and decided to hit him.

“Take of the feathers. NOW!” Edward growled.

He held me out for Jasper and Alice. I disliked being handed around like a baby, but at least I was saved.

“I can’t understand. I can’t bear this.”

Come to think of it, I did recall Alice telling Jasper to put the feathers on the dress while she worked to apply make-up. I didn’t understand what it meant at the time, nor did I care. Now it was just hilarious.

I did feel bad for Jasper, though. He was put through all that work by Alice, the one able to see the future, only to be forced into removing it by a very frightening Edward. The frustration was blisteringly obvious on his face, but he managed to keep himself from sharing the emotions. For the second time tonight, I was silently thankful. I don’t think I could manage my, Jasper’s, and Edward’s frustration.