Love Story

Chapter Six

I'm not usually one to read or watch entertainment news, but this story about Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce (the tight end from the Kansas City Chiefs) is too cute to ignore ...

Up next, they'll meet up after Bella's performance in Boise.

Chapter Six

"Thank you, Boise!" Bella yelled, grinning widely out at the cheering crowd. She'd just finished her second encore and was going to pack it in for the night. Bella, Rose, and Demetri were going to stay at a hotel while the stage was packed up, driven across the border to Vancouver.

Walking down the stairs, Bella slipped into her dressing room. She flopped down on the couch and worked to untie her boots. She sighed, pointing, and flexing her feet when Rose came in. "I got your tickets for your trip to Seattle. Edward really pulled out all the stops," she sang, sitting down next to Bella. "You also lit it up tonight. Was it because you're going to see McHottie Hotpants?"

"McHottie Hotpants?" Bella deadpanned, opening up a bottle of water and taking a hefty swig. "Do I even want to know?"

"Have you seen your man's ass in those tight pants?" Rose asked, arching a brow. "It's a thing of beauty."

"Keep your eyes off my man's ass," Bella snorted, tossing the lid of the water at Rosalie.

"Just saying," Rose sang. "Anyway, Edward pulled some strings with the Seahawks big wigs. You've got a ride on the private jet, along with a suite at the Four Seasons under a pseudonym. Demetri is down the hall, just a phone call away."

"I still need to pack," Bella sighed. "And laundry ... what time do I take off tomorrow?"

"Your laundry was done at the hotel. I packed you up while you were performing. All you need to do is put in your toiletries, Kindle and personal electronics," Rose explained, holding out her hand. "Come on, chickadee. Let's get you out of that costume. Do you want to shower here or at the hotel?"

"Hotel," Bella replied. She turned around, giving Rose access to her back to unzip her tight corseted costume. She held up the bodice, ducking into the bathroom. Inside, there was a pair of yoga pants and loose t-shirt ... a Seattle Seahawks t-shirt, with Edward Cullen's number on it. "Rosalie Lillian Hale!" Stomping to the doorway, she held up the shirt. "What's this?"

"I'm just encouraging you, Bells," Rose smirked.

Bella rolled her eyes, shutting the door to the bathroom. She scoured her face of the heavy stage makeup and tossed her hair up into a loose ponytail. Padding out of the bathroom, she slipped her feet into a pair of soft slippers. Picking up her messenger bag, she walked to Rose. "I'm ready to soak in the tub and crash. What time do I need to leave tomorrow?"

"The flight is at one. The limo will pick you up at eleven. Demetri will act as your bodyguard and assistant while you're in Seattle. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Rose cackled, waggling her brows.

Bella gave her a bland look. "That doesn't leave much, Rose."

"Exactly," Rose sang, leading her out of the dressing room and to the waiting limo. "You should totally climb McHottie Hotpants like a tree."

Bella rolled her eyes, walking the labyrinth of corridors underneath the arena. How they managed to not get lost was a miracle. But, they navigated the hallways to the waiting limousine. Demetri held open the door with a friendly smile, closing it behind Rose and Bella. In the limo, Bella drank some water and munched on carrots and hummus that Rose had in her bag.

Using the back entrance and the employee elevator, Bella, Demetri, and Rose rode up to suite. Bella thanked her bodyguard with a smile, closing suite door. Rose prattled on about her travel plans as Bella pulled out clean panties and some pajamas.