AN: This was inspired by the fic Acceptance In Hard times by yurifangirl 15. As she did, I also had to change some names (obviously backstories and such) to make them time appropriate and make things make sense. All twilight characters are a product of SM's genius. This is set sometime in the early 1900s so AU, and some OOC. Enjoy! As of yesterday (April 29) I have a Beta; the awesome CaramelApple74! I am reposted edited chapters so sorry about the false excitement of an update but those will be coming too so bare with me:)

It has been a few days since my parents died, and the prestigious Mr. Blair is now bringing me into his home. Upon entering the large, grand estate, I can't help but marvel at all the fine décor. It all looks so expensive and delicate, so I try not to get too close to anything for fear of breaking it.

A young woman with honey colored hair escorts me to what is to be my room, keeping her head down, determined not to look me in the eye. "I've been told to help you get ready for dinner."

"You can look me in the eye, it is alright." I say in my most encouraging voice.

She looks conflicted for a moment, but then raises her gaze. When her eyes meet mine I can see that their a lovely hazel, and complement hair and skin tone perfectly.

"There, isn't that better?" I ask giving her a warm smile. "What is your name?"

"Esme." She answers, returning my smile. "You must be Miss Isabelle."

"Please, call me Bella."

"Well, Bella, I've also been instructed to be your nurse and help with your deportment until you are comfortable in your new life in the upper class."

In the past week, I have learned that there is, in fact, a difference between the middle and upper class; those of the upper class dress up for dinner, and image is everything.

After having my first dinner in the estate, father takes me to his study to speak with me on such matters. I listen attentively to everything he has to say, not wanting to miss a thing.

"As you know, I'm throwing a welcome tea for you tomorrow afternoon to introduce you to the town. I expect nothing less than your utmost behavior." He says, pointing to a portrait on the far wall of an elderly man with a humorous looking wig. "We must never do anything to disgrace this man. This is your grandfather, Russell Claude Blair II. He laid the foundation for what we have now."

"I understand father, and I will not disappoint you." I tell him solemnly.

He nods and dismisses me for the night.

The Next Day

I wake in a large, plush canopy bed with the sun shining through my windows. I get up and stretch, taking in my new bedroom and everything in it. I have been here a week and still think about how different this is than the home I know and love.

On the trunk at the foot of the bed lays a yellow dress with frills, a big bow for my hair, lace gloves, and shoes. I stare at them in awe until Esme comes in, not having worn anything like this in my life.

"I've been told to help you get ready for this afternoon. You picked out a lovely outfit, dear." Esme smiles.

"Well, I didn…uh… thank you." I stammer. I don't want her to think I am mad telling her that I just woke up to find it here.

Esme and I continue to talk about ourselves, and she helps me with everything until I am already for the tea.

"Thank you Esme." I say before leaving my room to join the festivities in the backyard.

Walking near some older women with extraordinary hats, I overhear them conversing about my new family and I.

"Didn't the Blair's have another daughter?" One of the women asks.

"I certainly thought so, but I heard she was ill for quite some time and no one ever saw her again. No one even mentions her. Do you suppose she has passed on?" Another woman comments as she places a gloved hand over her mouth.

"I hear that she suffers from a mental ailment and has been committed."

I had never heard of a daughter. Did I have a sister? And if so, why would the family hide her?

Noticing my presence, the women abruptly stop their conversation, looking rather embarrassed for being caught gossiping. I give a small smile to both of them and continue passing them.

Before I could continue pondering the possibility of a hidden sister, Esme finds me and tells me that my father said to remember to properly thank my guests. At that statement my throat becomes dry. The thought of me speaking in front of all these ladies terrifies me, but I know I must.

Clearing my throat, I step more towards the front of everyone and begin to speak. "Excuse me ladies, may I have your attention?" I wait for them to quiet down, then take a deep breath to steady myself and put on my best smile. "I would just like to thank you all for your attendance at this tea. I would also like to thank my new family for hosting such an event. Please enjoy the music, the tea, and the excellent desserts."

Light clapping begins, causing my cheeks to redden. I look down and walk away while hearing people talk about me. Someone taps me on my shoulder, and I turn to see a stunning blonde in a peach dress with a high lace collar, dark pink sash, and short puffed sleeves. Her curly golden locks cascade down her back with a big silk bow tying it into a half ponytail. She looks like the definition of wealth and beauty.

"Hello, my name is Rose Hale."

She holds out her fingertips and I take them in mine and give a light squeeze.

"Isabelle Blair. It is a pleasure to meet you."

I let go of her hand and I gesture for us to sit at a table. "So what do you think of your new family?" She starts, looking perfectly at ease.

I shift slightly under the weight of her gaze. "They are…um…" I bit my bottom lip trying to sum up my first impression. "Well I haven't really gotten to know them, but it was very kind of them to take me in, and they have been very generous."

She nods, and her face turns serious. "I'm sorry on the circumstances in which you came here."

"Thank you for your condolences, it has been quite an adjustment."

"I know you just met me, but if you ever need anything please do not hesitate to talk to me."

Even though I am just meeting Rose Hale, something about her tells me I can trust her.

AN: I know this is kind of an awkward place to stop but its late and this just kind of came to me. Read and Review please:)