I can still make the whole place shimmer (with the skin of a killer Bella)

Ch.4 Edward's need for therapy becomes more apparant

Angelica watched enviously as Rosalie tugged a black tank top over her bra, pulling it down so it hugged her body snugly. She hadn't thought much of her own body until the 1960s, when suddenly, her face was no longer enough to qualify as beautiful, especially in contrast to her sister.

Where Rosalie was tall and slender, Angelica was short and stocky. Her rib cage flared out and a large chest forced any hoodies or t-shirts to tent out in front of her.

Angelica had found a pair of low waisted jeans that sat well when paired with a white babydoll top that cut down just enough and flared out below her chest, hiding what she'd deemed to be unworthy of public viewing. The counter of their shared bathroom was littered with an array of serums, mascaras, lip glosses and hair straighteners.

Alice had asked them to dress well, with no other details as to why, just claiming it was "important".

"Can you pass the lip oil?" Angelica asked, leaning closer to the mirror. She pursed her mouth, watching as dimples carved themselves out in her cheeks.

"This one?" Rosalie frowned, plucking a thin tube from her makeup bag.

"No, the Dior one." Angelica murmured, squeezing her lashes upwards with a curler. She winced as the clamps nearly pinched the skin of her eyelid, though it wouldn't have hurt. She held her free hand out and felt the cool metal of the container press against her palm. "Thanks, lovely."

"Of course." Her sister hummed. "Can I borrow your mascara?"

"What's wrong with yours?" Angelica frowned, smacking her lips together. They shined glossily under the harsh overhead lighting.

Rosalie shrugged. "Nothing, yours is just better."

"Then get your own." Angelica muttered.

"Then you get your own lip oil!"

"It is mine!" Angelica protested, dodging Rosalie's extended arm that batted at her wrist. "I bought it!"

"Carlisle bought it for us to share." The blonde girl's eyes narrowed irritably.

"No, he bought the other one for us to share, this one is mine!"

"Just let me use the mascara."

"No, I'll get your eye germs." She snapped, clicking the lip oil shut.

"We don't have germs, 'Gelica."

"You can't prove that."

"Yes I can, seeing as we're dead." Rosalie said irritably. "But if you want, I can go ask Esme if I can borrow from her if you want to act like a brat."

"Whatever." Angelica sighed. "It's in my makeup bag."

"Thanks, pookie." Rosalie scoffed irritably.

"You're actually so welcome." She muttered.

"I am, actually."

"Good." Angelica retorted curtly.

"Good."

A silence hovered over the two of them briefly, and the only sound that could be heard was the familiar buzz of electricity throughout the house and the sound of the others milling about as they prepared for their day.

"It's so weird she didn't tell us what we need to look good for." Rosalie said finally, setting the mascara tube down on the counter with a delicate click as marble met plastic.

"She never tells us anything." Angelica sighed, shaking her head as she reached for the product. "I honestly don't even care what it is, I'm just relieved that I'm riding with Dad instead of Edward." Her mouth popped out into an "O" shape as she applied the mascara to her eyelashes.