We Three Witches (Twilight)

Chapter 12 - Not Your English Rose

Rosalie's POV

February, 14th, 2003

I sat at my vanity putting the final touches on my look for tonight. Alice had suggested I dress up as a restaurant was the most likely place Emmett would be taking me, and Bella had agreed. I sighed happily as I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was parted at the side flowing down my back in elegant waves; not a hair out of place. I looked gorgeous.

Alice had done my makeup opting for a dark smokey eye with blood red lipstick to match my knee-length red dress. It had originally been strapless, but Alice had found this beautiful satin ribbon and Bella had attached it to the dress, crisscrossing over my back to form a pentagram. I was absolutely in love with the design.

Lastly, Alice gave me french tips as Bella pilfered her own closet and came back with a long sleeved black half jacket and her absolute favourite black strappy heels with the half-moon buckles. I just about died at the fact that she was letting me wear them, even if they went perfectly with my dress. She'd nearly killed Renee for even touching them, so the fact that she was letting me wear them—I could have squealed.

After one last look in the mirror I sprayed some of Bella's homemade perfume on. She always made it with actual flowers and a few drops of nectar so it clung to our skin longer without it being overpowering like the cheap stuff they offered around here.

I walked downstairs ignoring the catcalls from my sisters, and gave Alice the finger when she suggested I offer gas or ass; if Dad hadn't been at work, he'd have had an apoplexy at that thought.

"Oh, my little speck of gold is all grown up." Bella cooed.

I smiled softly at her, knowing she was being genuine this time. I loved her nickname for me; I had been her 'speck of gold' since I was three when she had proclaimed that I looked just like a speck of gold with both my golden locks and golden tan from spending the day in the garden.

I fought back tears as I gave her a quick hug and looked at the clock. Seven o'clock on the dot. Right on time, there was a knock at the door. I felt like I was on cloud nine. Call me vain but I was giddy with excitement. Knowing this was my night to be fawned over and adored, where all the attention would be on me—at least from those who mattered—it was all I ever wanted.

I practically floated to the door behind Bella, smiling widely as she opened the door to reveal Emmett standing there looking nervous and holding...

"Is that garlic bread?" I giggled, looking at the package he was holding as if they were delicate flowers.

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, well, you see, I had wanted to get you flowers—but then I thought about how cliche that is and you're not like any girl I've ever met, so you deserve something as unique as you. Then I remembered you saying you'd kill someone for garlic bread last week, and— I fucked up, didn't I?" he groaned and muttered. "I should have gone with the chrysanthemums."

My heart fluttered at him casually remembering both my favourite snack and flower. No one had ever made that effort before, and here he was, on the first date, doing it effortlessly.

"They smell divine." I bit my lip to keep from giggling at his hopeful pout. I took the bread and made a show of smelling it. "Bella, would you put these in the fridge for me?" I handed her the unconventional bouquet.

She nodded at us, smiling softly. "No problem; you two kids have fun, but not too much fun!"

"Says the girl who snuck into a bar at fourteen," I muttered.