I spent most of the day with the four pack-mates, asking and answering questions, laughing, joking, everything that a group of long-lost friends would do. At one point I even tried teaching them a simple waltz, but Sam was the only one to really do well. He couldn’t wait to show Emily. Jacob was getting the hang of it when the small, silver cellphone Carlisle gave me rang. It was Alice, who was all excited because Rosalie was home for a spell and so she wanted to have a girls’ night out to celebrate and get Rosalie warmed up to me. I couldn’t say no because Alice already saw us shopping and laughing. It was time for the wolves to eat, anyway.

I said my goodbyes (my special one for Jacob getting snickers from a two-man peanut gallery that, from the sounds of it, got smacked in the back of their heads from Sam), had them promise to update me on Billy’s meeting, and ran home.

I opened the front door to find Bella, Rosalie, and Alice waiting for me.

“Go put on something cute! You can go to a girls’ night out in sweats!” They were all dressed nicely, but casual. Rosalie in a polo shirt and dark jeans, Alice in a dark maroon jersey dress, and Bella in a nice tank and denim skirt (looked like something Alice bought her). Alice was bouncing in anticipation.

I smiled excitedly and ran upstairs to change. I threw on a pink jersey-knit miniskirt, black leggings, a pink tank top, and black street-wear ballet slippers. I brushed my hair and pulled it back in a pink and black plaid headband. My dark blonde hair curled over my shoulders and my bangs lay perfectly across my forehead. I approved my look and ran downstairs, grabbing my wallet en route.

“Perfect! I knew that outfit would be cute!” Alice was even more excited, despite her ability to avoid surprises. “But don’t you have a purse?”

“No. I was a traveler, remember? My wallet stayed in my backpack.”

“Well, at least it’s a nice wallet,” Alice had my long Burberry wallet and was examining it. “We’ll just have to get a purse to match now, won’t we?” You could see the wheels turning in her head. “Esme! Can you take a photo for Bella’s book?”