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Post by Rosalie Hale on Dec 31, 2006 11:46:39 GMT -5
Rosalie walked into the lavish Cullen household, slightly dirty with spots of car grease obscuring her otherwise perfect face. She'd just come from the garage outside, after working on her beloved M3 BMW convertible. She'd installed a new engine into her baby. Rosalie smiled. Despite the fact that she knew she looked rather garish (well, as garish as someone with her beauty could look), she felt giddy and exhuberant. Working on automobiles always gave her a rush.
Still smiling, she walked at a vampire-pace up to her spacious room, disgarding her grey coveralls and placing them inside the beautiful gold mirrored closets. She changed into a short black skirt from Chanel and a red scoop-neck Prada tee, slipped her feet into her favorite pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos, and sank gracefully down onto her bed.
She sighed. She missed her husband.
So, she did what she always did when she missed Emmett. She pulled out a recent issue of Bridal Magazine and started perusing through it, admiring the priceless gowns.
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