She was very happy sitting in Emmett's lap with his arms around and really didn't want to move. Especially when he was paying her compliments and telling her she could have whatever she wanted.
"Oh, you know I'm yours, just like you're mine."
Then Rosalie did her best not to laugh. "Typical male," she murmured as she slinked off his lap. "Wait right here. Don't move. And you can thank my impeccable taste later." With that, she left the room with a suitcase in hand, and got dressed in the bathroom she never had to use except for applying make-up or fixing her hair.
Now, she slipped out of her ski clothes and into a white lace and satin negligee that hugged all her curves and revealed skin. Rosalie then added the white heels that matched and looked at her reflection. The perfect beauty, disguised in innocent wrapping paper.
She walked out to where her husband was waiting for her and spun in a circle. "Well? What do you think?"