Isabella "Bella" Marie Cullen (nee. Swan) (bellsm) wrote in parabolical,
She couldn't help but smile as Lavender remembered her recent transformation. She finally had everything she wanted. It would be perfect if all the Cullen's were here. But she had Edward. Her definition of hell was where ever Edward wasn't. So she was happy.
"What are they called?" she asked curiously, she'd always been a fan of the classics, unless it was just classic movies about the classics. Either way, just being able to relax and worry about clothes and movies sounded good.
She grimaced slightly as Lavender asked about James. Entering the room, she closed the door behind her, leaving just a crack open. "I haven't heard anything else from him. Just a few death threats exchanged between James and Edward." she said with a sigh, moving to walk over to her closer. "I'd feel better if Emmett and Jasper were here to back him up." Edwards older brothers always made her feel a bit better, even if she still worried for all of them. Emmett would no doubt find the idea of killing James again fun.
She grabbed the double doors of her and Edward's closet, pulling them back to reveal a massive closet, probably around the same size as the bedroom, maybe bigger. Many of the clothes were still in protective bags, Bella had taken one look at them and stuffed them back in there. There were dressers, mirrors, and more. Straight out of a movie. Blame Alice. "Well, this is it." she said, eying her closet apprehensively. "The things hanging on the right are mine, left is Edwards." so she'd want to keep to the right.