Bella’s P.O.V:
My light jacke swayed in the wind as we got our ‘asses’ out to her car. Rosalie had a weird look on her face as we stepped into the vehicle. “Alice, Du have a DJ for the wedding.” Alice looked puzzled, “What do Du mean, Rosalie?” “DJ Jake is crashing your wedding Bells, hoping to get a job as DJ.” I grinned, “Cool.” Rosalie nodded, “Very.” We rode off down the road toward Lester’s small town bride gowns. And they were small. And old fashioned. Alice’s begged me to try on a big poofy kleid that made my boobs look lumpy and silicone. I didn’t like...
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