“You better have packed that lingerie I bought you.” Alice scolded as she rummaged through my almost full suitcase.

“Alice,” I groaned. “Sexy underwear are not necessary.”

“Oh, I know,” She shot me a sly smirk, “But Edward will appreciate it.”

I shook my head, exasperated. “Alice, what am I going to do with you?”

“Relax, Bella. You’ll have a great time.” She promised, “At least your husband can’t torture you with spontaneous orgasms in the middle of a crowded restaurant during your honeymoon.”

I laughed out loud. “Yes, that would be bothersome.” I agreed.

“Not that the talent isn’t welcomed at other times,” she grinned, “But, in the middle of Paris..”

“Okay, okay,” I held my hands up to stop her, “Too much information, Alice.”

She giggled and resumed her attention to my underwear drawer, sifting through its contents and replacing some of what I packed with what Alice would consider as more “tasteful” choices.

“I never saw the point in that.” Rosalie chimed as she entered the closet, “Its not like they stay on. The only purpose of sexy lingerie is just to be taken off.”

“Thank you.” I sighed in relief. Alice just scowled and continued to edit my luggage choices.

Rosalie shot a smile my way, “I’m just swinging in to say goodbye really quickly.” She sang out. “I’m going hunting with Emmett in a minute.” She swooped closer to me and planted a friendly kiss on my cheek and placed a light hand on my shoulder. “Have fun, Bella. Ill see you in a week.”

“Thanks, Rose.” I grinned back as she squeezed my shoulder encouragingly and departed in a flurry of long blonde hair.

Her presence in the closet was almost immediately replaced by Emmett. Alice wasted no time in shooing him out of the closet, complaining that it was inappropriate for him to view my underwear before Edward did. I laughed at her tenacity and followed Emmett out into the bedroom where he swept me into a bear hug and spun me in a circle.

“Have a good time, Sis.” He beamed.

“Thanks.” I giggled back breathlessly. With a suggestive wink he departed as gracefully as Rosalie, but without the flowing blonde hair.

“There.” Alice brushed her hands together as if she was trying to remove dirt from them in an accomplished gesture. “You’re all packed.”