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-= Bella, 5:13 pm -=

I was shopping with Rosalie at the mall - somehow she had convinced me that it was necessary to dress fancily for tonight, hence the reason we were currently looking around Forever 21.

She insisted to buy whatever I chose, and I asked her how. She didn't have any more money than I did - and considering the fact I haven't been in a movie for a few years, that wasn't much. She told me Emmett had given her six hundred dollars; three hundred for each of us.

I wasn't sure whether to thank or kick him later.

Bye bye, six hundred dollars.

"This is cute," Rosalie smiled, holding up a black leather skirt.

I smiled. Maybe her style isn't that bad, I thought.

I pointed over to a shirt a few racks over.

"That would be cute on you," I insisted. She handed me the skirt before picking up the dark blue blouse I was pointing at. The back was strappy and open, and the colour was well-suited for her pale skin tone.

"What pants would I wear though?" she asked frowning, a small crease appearing between her furrowing eyebrows.

"Hmm," I hummed, looking around. "These." I held up a pair of white capris.

"You have good taste," Rosalie nodded in approval. "Lets find you a shirt before we look at shoes."

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-= Bella, 5:43 pm =-

I ended up with a black crop top that complimented the skirt very well, and now we were looking for heels.

Rosalie picked up a pair of satin blue sandal heels that had a diamond in the middle of the toe strap. I nodded in approval, and she smiled before putting them back in the box and holding the box under her arm.

Finding shoes for me proved more of a challenge. We looked at about four pairs before I was about to give up. Right before we checked out, however, I spotted a pair of black pumps with gold bottoms and gold chains falling from the heel.

Rosalie beamed as I compared them with my outfit, and I knew they were perfect. We checked out and left to go back to the house.

-= Edward, 5:13 pm =-

The girls left about thirty minutes ago to buy clothes, and I sat on the couch watching television with Emmett.

I wasn't sure about this whole double-date thing, but there was a part of me that was actually excited.

Bella was gorgeous, no doubt about it. Her sparkling amber eyes, her auburn hair that shined red in the sunlight, her hourglass figure, her sagacity, her smooth, flawless, pale skin...

It drove me crazy just thinking about it. But I knew she didn't return the feelings, so I pushed those feelings in a trunk in my mind and put it under lock and key.

I wonder how she feels about this whole double-date idea.

"Man, we should probably get ready. The girls said they're almost done." Emmett's voice punctured into my reverie.

"Um, yeah, okay," I said, standing up and shaking my head to dispel all the thoughts of Bella.

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-= Edward, 5:43 pm =-

Emmett and I finished getting ready and stood in the bathroom brushing our teeth.

I was wearing a baby blue button-up with tan khakis {"Uh... Khakis?" "She sounds hideous," "well she's a guy, so." #StateFarm}, my hair slightly more disarrayed than usual. I wore black dress shoes.

Emmett wore the same, but his shirt was black, his pants white, and his shoes were his black Jordans.

We walked down the stairs, and just as we reached the landing, Emmett's phone went off.

"The girls said that they would meet us at Vesachi's," Emmett told me as he looked down at him phone.

Vesachi's was a ridiculously expensive Italian restaurant up in Port Angeles, and I was surprised they chose to go there.

"I imagine we will be waiting a while when we get there. The girls said that they're on their way back and when they get here they'll get ready. They want us to wait to leave until they get back." Emmett continued.

"Okay," I agreed, and sat down on the couch.

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-= Bella, 6:54 pm =-

Rosalie and I were driving to Port Angeles as my leg bounced in anticipation on the floor of the passenger side.

My pumps were a lot to get used to, the heels were probably about five inches high. I don't usually wear heels, so it was a wonder how I managed to stand, let alone go down the stairs and get out the door.

"Relax, Bella. You look sexy, and if Edward doesn't see that than he must be blind." Rosalie said.

"That's easy for you to say. You're always sexy," My eyes swept over her model-like figure and how the dark blue complimented her skin tone so well.

"Bella, you don't know how beautiful you are," Rosalie said quietly.

I sighed and dropped the conversation. I knew where this was going. She always performs a big speech explaining how everyone is beautiful in their own way and all that crap. She tells me how I have a figure to die for and how my face is drop-dead gorgeous.

No thanks, not in the mood to be lied to.

We finally pulled up to Vesachi's and stepped out. All the guys leaning up against their expensive sports cars stared, some even catcalled us.

Rolling my eyes, I followed Rosalie into the restaurant. A falsely blonde woman stood at the podium, flipping through a book with names on it.

"We are here to join two boys," I said. I knew they got here before us, but I didn't know whose last name they went with.

"McCartly?" She asked, her French lilt flowing freely off of her foreign tongue.

"Yes," Rosalie said.

"Follow me." The woman led us through the candlelit hallways until we got to a small room with four square tables with rounded corners. Each table had burgundy tablecloths that just barely swept the floor. In the centre on each of the tables had a red candle, and the scent of strawberry lemonade wafted around the warm, dimly lit room. The spruce hardwood floors echoed our footsteps, but it didn't draw the attention of the two men in the room.

In the far right corner sat Emmett and Edward. They were each sitting on the closer side next to each other, facing away from us. And let me tell you, did they look spiffy.

As my eyes roamed Edward, Rosalie was practically eye-raping Emmett.

Eventually Rosalie snapped out of her fantasy and began to drag me to the table. Here goes nothing...