“We’ve got to go to the mainland to get some fireworks,” Alice said as she plopped down next to me. “Tomorrow’s the Fourth of July and a number of guests are American. They’ll get a kick out of a full-on fireworks display.”
“Don’t remind me about the date,” I grumbled. If it was the Fourth of July tomorrow, it meant that I’d be leaving the day after that and I truly didn’t want to. I wanted to stay on the island with Edward. “Can the guys come with us?”
Alice gave me a sad look, knowing my reasoning for the guys joining us. “Emmett and Jasper are working but Edward said he’d come,” she said. “Not working but staying here is driving him nuts. He could use some down time in Rio. Besides, he has connections with some really awesome vendors who can get us some kick ass fireworks. He’s making calls now.”
“Cool,” I breathed, grateful that my boyfriend, whom I leaving for nearly two months, was coming with us. “I’m going to quickly shower before we shove off.”
“Bring something to wear to a club. We’re heading out afterward,” Alice said as she walked to her villa.
“Alice, I don’t want to bring a bag while I’m shopping.”
“You can leave it on the boat, silly,” she giggled. “We’ll get ready there.” She danced off and I walked the other direction. I was slightly wary of walking on my own since Victoria had been given her notice to vacate her villa permanently. Word on the island is that she blamed me and she was ready to kill. Carlisle was the one to approach her, though. He was very forth-coming in his reasons for her to leave. He said that the resort was being expanded and that they were going to use her villa and the unused villas for families in addition to the honeymoon capital of the world. Victoria didn’t buy it, I’m certain but legally she had to be out as of August first.
Making it back to the villa without incident, I changed out of my bikini and into a pair of shorts, a yellow tank top and matching accessories. I also packed a bag for my club wear. I decided to bring a stark, white halter dress with gold accessories. I looked very virginal, even though I wasn’t really. I was tempted to dress Edward but decided against it since he was so anal about how he looked.
“Bella! Did Alice tell you about her overwhelming need to go the mainland? And to go clubbing?” Edward yelled through the house.
“Yes, baby,” I shouted from the closet, tossing my shoes into my duffel. I walked out, tossing the bag onto the bed. Edward was in a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a red v-neck and a pair of flip flops. Nestled in his unruly bronze hair were a pair of aviator sunglasses. “You need to get yourself all sexified for our night out. I was going to do it but heaven forbid I ruin your system in your closet.”
“Shut it,” he snorted, smacking my ass lightly. “I’m not that bad.”
“Yes, you are,” I giggled. “Your shirts are arranged by color, then designer and you’ve got this weird system for cleaning? You’re the most anal man I’ve ever met, baby.”
“Control freak,” he said, motioning around his head. “But, I’m working on it. Your chaos is definitely pushing me to the limit.”
“My chaos?” I laughed, putting my hands on my hips.
“Look at your clothes, gorgeous girl,” he said, pointing to my haphazard portion of his immaculate closet.
“Leaving in two days,” I said quietly, pulling on the t-shirts, tossing them into my open suitcase just outside of the closet. My heart shattered when I said that and it took all of my power to not cry. I was more upset about leaving Edward than I was at the end of my engagement on my wedding day.
“Shit,” Edward said as he gathered me in his arms. “I’m sorry, gorgeous girl. I’m an ass.”
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