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Post by ashley on Jun 23, 2008 16:36:23 GMT -6
Privacy is a simple request. You ask to be left alone, and the courteous people allow you your personal space. There's definitely a law about it somewhere....
Probably something along the lines of,: 'every person has a right to privacy.' But apparently, when you threw Alice into the Swan residence, she didn't have to play by those rules.
Edward didn't have to knock; so why should she?
Alice had no intention of making herself seen. Bella had actually walked past Alice quite a few times without noticing her; making the pixie-framed girl feel stealthy, and over-all very pleased.
She sat quietly at the rickety kitchen table, with the news stretched out in front of her. She was careful not to tear the pages as she rifled through the Stock section; knowing very well that Charlie wouldn't have a chance to settle into the black-and-white-print for a few more hours. Atleast Alice was kind in that sense......
But she had had enough of being quiet little Alice. She looked up this time as Bella walked by; grinning pleasurably as her golden eyes watched the clueless girl [try to] parade by. "Bella, you need better locks." She jeered finally, before her gaze flicked back down to the paper- trying to catch a premonition of what stock might be 'worthwhile to invest in.' |
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Post by Bella Swan on Jun 24, 2008 13:59:22 GMT -6
Bella could have sworn that it was Charlie sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper. Nothing odd; nothing out of the ordinary. She walked about their kitchen, trying to get things set for later, or at least occupy herself before Edward came.
But, when a voice, very different from Charlie's jeered at her, she jumped, spilling coffee al over the floor. "Alice! Who let you in?" Bella asked the girl, confused.
Then again, it was Alice. She had Charlie around her finger, and Bella under her control. |
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Post by ashley on Jun 24, 2008 14:33:42 GMT -6
"Alice! Who let you in?"
The girl shook her head at the question, and at Bella, as the brewed mocha splattered against the floor. Typical Isabella...
"I let myself in," Alice clarified simply, one last fleeting glance sent at the newspaper, before she was missing from her seat. In a flash she had the cabinet across the room open, and was beside Bella in the same breath, offering her the roll of paper towels.
"I've got a simple question, which may or may not be related to the wedding. Well, actually a few questions." She grinned, tugging on the end of //tanktop\\ in a humble fashion, hoping Bella wouldn't mind.
I mean, Alice has no problem planning this all out for herself, getting most help from the groom... but she did know that the bride's intuition would reflect in the final product, and the couple's over-all happiness.
"Are you allergic to any kind of flower? I have to start putting in the the bouquet requiem, and......" She trailed off timidly; tilting her head to await the answer; her chocolate hair swinging around her face as she dug through her snow-white bag for a list of other queries.
"And, how many people do you plan on inviting from your side of the family? Because I need to put in a cake request, and since my side of the family won't be eating any, I'm just planning for the Swans."
Those questions were easy enough, right? Bella could answer that, and think about the wedding for little old Alice's sake just this once, couldn't she? |
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