We spend the next several hours shopping for Edward and his
family. Well, mostly his family. I was at a loss as to what to get Edward.
Clothes and gift cards seemed too impersonal. Jewelry seemed too girlfriend-y.
Besides the only jewelry that Edward wore was a tattered old watch. That’s it!
A watch! It’s personal enough to give a friend, but doesn’t send mixed
messages. I hope…
I got Edward a Bulova watch with an exposed dial and blue
hands. Underneath, I had an inscription added. For taking the time to keep me safe. I.M.S. I showed Aro the watch
and he nodded his approval. Unfortunately, though, we had to head back to the
hotel. The premier for Metropolis was
happening today and I still needed to get styled. Based off what the critics
said about the movie, there was Oscar buzz for my portrayal of Mia. Mike,
however, got ripped to pieces. Apparently, his future in Hollywood is seriously
in danger.
Anyhow, today we were doing more publicity for Metropolis and then in two days, we were
heading back to California. Three days after that, I’m going to Cullen’s home
for Christmas. Holy crap.
Perhaps staying home with my pint of Cherry Garcia was
really a better choice. I mean, I’m not a part of their family. I’m just an
interloper.
“Bella, are you okay, sweetie?” Aro asked.
“I’m fine,” I said, giving him my fake Hollywood smile.
“What time do I need to be ready?”
“Edward has that information, Bella,” Aro replied. “He’ll be
glued to your side. Mike is on the warpath and he’s blaming you, Bella.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’ve heard about Mike’s depiction of Eric? Well, he’s
blaming it all on you. Lack of chemistry, teasing, and other things,” Aro
sighed.
“I’ll sue him for defamation of character and slander,” I
snarled. “He’s the one who felt me up while I was inebriated. He slipped me
something, Aro.”
“I know, Isabella,” he said as he hugged me. “However, Mike
is a few crayons short of a box. He…he is a
stronzo!”
“A what?”
“Asshole,” Aro snickered. “However, I personally think that
he’s involtino di fegato.”
“Aro, I don’t speak Italian,” I laughed.
“He likes to take it in the ass,” Aro said impishly. “He was
only trying to ‘bed you’ to prove his masculinity. Now, we’re back at the hotel
and you need to get ready. Become more beautiful than you already are,
Isabella.”
“Oh, hush,” I giggled, swatting at his arm. “You’re a
charmer, Aro.”
“I try, Bella,” he said. “I’ll see you on the red carpet.”
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