Theodore was aware of it. He had orchestrated it himself, asking Willow to encourage Bella to participate in the upcoming fashion show. He hadn't told Bella on his own as he feared she would refuse to participate, reasoning he would be favoring her. Relief flooded him as he saw her enthusiasm. However, he pretended as if he was hurt.
"Work kept you busy, and you forgot about me," he whined with exaggerated irritability. "I want you to message me every hour."
"What?" Bella's eyes widened at his surprising demand.
"If you don't, I'll come there," he threatened.
"Every hour is too much," she protested, shaking her head. "I can't do that. I have work to do."
"So you're saying you won't have time to send me a message?" His expression darkened into a scowl. "Seems like I'll have to talk to Willow then."
"No, you won't." Bella grabbed his hand desperately, her eyes pleading. "Don't bother her. I-I'll try."
