Hey! psychicpixie94 here! So, I'm trying a hand at a B/E story because it's really hard for me to write Jacob stories! They are all 17 (royals get married at young ages.) So, please just give it a go!
"Alice, I am not wearing that."
"But Bella—"
"No." I told my best friend and cousin Alice Brandon.
"Isabella Marie Swan the Third." Alice said. "You are going to move your royal ass into that bathroom, right now, and put on the dress."
I sighed. Princesses of England weren't supposed to go through this kind of torture, were they?
"Please?" Alice made her pouty face. I couldn't resist her pouty face. And the dress was beautiful. It was violet, with intricate gold and silver leaf designs of metal sewn onto the bodice. There were gold and silver flowers scattered on the skirt, too. (picture on profile)
I sighed. "Fine."
"Yay!" squealed Alice and my other best friend and cousin, Rosalie Hale. But I knew it wasn't a surprise to either of them. I always gave in.
I went in to the bathroom to pull of my current outfit and pull the lovely dress over my head. Then I walked out.
Alice and Rose were both speed dressers, so they were both dressed when I came out. Alice wore an emerald green halter neck dress. The top had intricate beading covering all of the bodice and the skirt was covered with a poofy layer of tulle. (picture on profile)
Rosalie'sdress was periwinkle blue. It was empire waisted with a large sash. The skirt poofed out into a full ball gown skirt covered with a layer of tulle. (picture on profile)
"Wow, you guys! You look awesome!" I told them.
Alice giggled. "Not compared to you. You are hot."
"But—the look will only be completed with makeup!" Rosalie added. Alice squealed and I groaned.
"Please, no!" I begged.
"It was part of the deal." Alice reminded me.
I sighed resignedly and sat down at the vanity table.
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Three hours later, Alice, Rose and I were all ready. Except for one teeny problem.
"Alice, I already told you that I am not wearing stilettos."
"Bella, you aren't wearing a flats or pumps kind of dress!" Alice whined.
"I can't walk in them!" I growled, frustrated.
"You'll survive." Alice said smugly as she smushed the deadly heels onto my feet.
When I looked in the mirror, I almost couldn't believe I was looking at myself. Rosalie and Alice had transformed me into a real princess.
Rose had swept my hair into corkscrew curls high atop my head. She had also bobby pinned my silver tiara into my hair. My makeup was stunning.
"We look FABULOUS!" Alice squealed.
"All the boys will be positively jumping at the chance to dance with us," Rosalie claimed. "Ready?"
"Ready!" Alice squealed.
"Ready!" I exclaimed.
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I clutched Alice's arm as we descended the grand staircase into the ballroom. Right away, every single boy in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at us. They started to pool at the bottom of the stairs. When we reached the bottom, they began to shout.
"Princess Isabella!"
"Princess Rosalie!"
"Princess Alice!"
"Hello, Isabella." A sinuous voice I knew all too well said. Sir Michael Newton, one of my more persistent suitors. "May I have this dance?"
I looked to my friends for assistance, but they shrugged. They were being bombarded with dance requests as well.
Without waiting for an answer, Michael grabbed my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. He placed a hand on my back and he began to twirl me around. His hand slid further and further down my back until it rested on my ass. He pinched it and I tried to ignore him, but it was pretty hard. I just managed to wait out the dance until the end of the song when my other suitors saved me.
"May I have this dance, Princess Isabella?" asked my favorite suitor, Sir Jacob Black. He was more kind and respectful of my feelings than some of my other suitors.
"I'd be honored." Jacob was also the only one of my suitors that I was friends with. The formalities were all in jest.
Jacob swept me onto the dance floor. We chatted for the duration of the song. When he released me and bowed, my heart sank at the prospect of joining the other inconsiderate royals again.
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After uncounted dances with hundreds of royal bachelors, I took a break from the dancing to get a glass of water. I began to make my way to the other side of the room, where I could see Alice talking to some blond-haired boy. I suddenly felt my ankle twist. Damn it! I knew these shoes were too good to last! I tripped and slammed into something as I toppled over. I waited for the all-too-well-known impact of the hard marble floor, but it never came. Instead, I felt myself supported by two strong arms. I opened my eyes and saw, to my great embarrassment that I had knocked over a devastatingly gorgeous bronze-haired boy.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed as I rolled off him.
"Not at all," the man said in an incredibly musical voice as he pulled me up. "Princess Isabella, I assume?"
"Yes, of course. And you are?'
"My name is Sir Edward Masen of Devonshire. My father is Duke Carlisle Cullen of Devonshire."
We began to move away from the crowded dance floor. We chatted for a while, maybe half an hour, until a waltz started to play.
"Would you like to dance?" Edward asked.
"Why, of cooourse!" I exaggerated. He laughed musically.
Edward took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. I put my hand on his shoulder and he put his on the small of my back. We began to waltz around the ballroom. I lost track of time. I didn't notice that everyone in the ballroom was staring at us. We stayed together for another dance, then a third, until the musicians took a break.
"It has been a pleasure, Lady Isabella." Edward said in his beautifully husky voice.
"Oh no. The pleasure was mine, Sir Edward." I responded. And it truly was.
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I danced with uncountably numerous royals until I stumbled (literally) into Edward again.
"Well hello again!" I chirped.
"Hello, Isabella. Shall we go sit down?" Edward led me into the consecutive sitting room, which was currently filled with couples sitting on the large couches situated around the room. Edward led me to a couch and we sat down simultaneously.
"So, Isabella…"
"Sir Edward?"
"Yes, Isabella?"
"Would you mind calling me just Bella?"
"Only if you call me Edward."
"All right, Edward…"
"So, Bella…"
And Edward began to question me on every aspect of my royal life. Who were my best friends? My worst enemies? Do I have pets? What kind? Any hobbies? What kind of music do I like? And on and on…
Once he was finally done, I fired all of his questions back at him. We learned a lot about each other.
When we looked up from our discussion, we realized that the room was empty besides for a few couples making out in corners. I couldn't hear any music coming from the ballroom.
"What time is it?" I asked frantically.
Edward glanced at his watch. "12:30."
"Damn it! The ball was over at twelve!"
"Wait! Will I ever see you again?"
I stopped in my tracks. Would I ever see Edward Masen again?
"I hope so. I sincerely hope so."