I jumped out of my quickly, grabbing onto my hood as I nearly fell face first into the snow. I hated snow and I don't think I would have enjoyed having it all in my clothes. The cold wet chrystals sliding down my back and my legs, I shivered at the thought. I walked slowly toward Edward's house, making sure not to fall. If I were to get cut, things would not go well. As I reached the steps the door flew open. Edward smiled at me as I nearly tripped on the stairs. He wrapped his arms around me and I breathed in his scent, which like everything else about him, was amazing.

"Watch out," he said laughing and pushing me aside. I snowball collided with his chest and his eyes flashed.

"Emmet, I told you not to hit Bella."

"Come on Edward. Snow's great. We've got to get her hooked on it somehow."

"And you suppose that hitting her square on the head with ice is going to do that."

"Yeah," he said as he threw another snowball towards Edward.

"I'm going inside. Where's Alice," I asked moving behind Edward so that I couldn't be hit. I didn't want to be involved with snow in any way.

"She's upstairs."

"Thanks," I smiled. I turned to open the door but Edward's hand stopped me.

"Rosalie is with her. She won't do anything, but…."

"It's fine, I'll just talk to Esme."

Over the last year my relationship with Rosalie still hadn't brightened up. The only acknowledgements I got from her were in the stony glares she always sent my way. It chilled me to know that we might never be on good terms. Unlike Rosalie, the rest of the Cullens took to me quickly. They treated me like a member of the family, though I wasn't, and might never be. My eyes brimmed with tears. I wiped them away quickly, hoping Edward hadn't seen.

"What's wrong," he asked softly.

Dang, why did he have to notice everything.

"Nothing," I replied smiling for his benefit, "where is Esme?"

"Upstairs, in Carlisle's office."

"The office," I asked curiously.

" She goes there to read from time to time, she says that it soothes her," Emmet answered for me, he still stood at the foot of the stairs, a pack of snow ready to be molded waiting in his hand.

"Thanks," I repeated.

I slid off my boots at the door and trudged slowly up the stairs. The large cross from Carlisle's earlier days hung at the end of the hall. I reached up slowly to touch it.

"Hello Bella,".

I turned around, startled.

"Hi Jasper."

"You weren't in the mood for a snowball fight," he asked smiling.

"Not me," I grimaced.

"I suspected just as much," he laughed.

"Alice is in our bedroom if you're looking for her."

"Of course."

I watched as Jasper walked down the hall and the stairs quietly.

I decided to take a chance. I wasn't about the let Rosalie spoil my fun.

"Come in," Alice said pleasantly just as I was about to knock.

She sat across from Rosalie on her bed, magazines were stacked neatly here and there. All fashion magazines, of course.

Alice loved to shop.

Rosalie looked up at me vehemently. I shivered.

"Rosalie," Alice warned.

"What's up."

"Rosalie and Emmet are getting married again, we're looking for her a dress."

"Wow," I said.

On the page was a long silk white dress, complete with lace trimming and a low neckline. The woman wearing it had paired it with long white gloves and dazzling diamonds. Something that Rosalie would wear. It was extravagant. I knew that Rosalie would look great in it should she choose it.

"That one is nice."

"You think," asked Alice, "I like it to."

"No," Rosalie said simply, turning the page.

Alice glared at her, noticing the smile that played across her lips.

She didn't want the dress because I liked it. I was once again reminded of how much she hated me. The reminder didn't settle to well, with me or with Alice.

"Come on Bella, we can watch the boys. It'll be fun."

"I won't get hit," I asked, smiling weakly.

"No, Edward wouldn't allow it."

"He wouldn't," I agreed.