Whispered Memories.
Edward Anthony Cullen.
Chicago, IL 1917.
"Amelia Rae Collier!" my mother screamed at me. "Hurry up or you'll be late!"
"Yes, mother." I rushed to pull on my shoes and grab my day hat. After pulling on my gloves, I hurried down the stairs and out the door to join my impatient mother and my quiet father in the carriage.
"We have to be on time, Amelia. Mr. Johnson will be upset," my mother explained as the carriage lurched forward.
"I don't see why we have to do this. I feel like a piece of property being passed down." I sighed.
"Darling, you're not a piece of property. It's an agreement with your father's employer. It would certainly help us out, dear."
"Whatever is best for the family." I stared out at the city through the single glass pane that separated me from the cool, cloudy October day, and my freedom of being a normal sixteen-year-old.
The carriage came to a halt at the end of a long drive right outside the city. A large manor loomed over the street, almost menacingly. I glared back at the house that would take away the life I wanted as I climbed out of the buggy.
"Mr. Johnson, it's nice to see you again!" my mother exclaimed. A tall, lean figure had appeared in the middle of the cobblestone lane that led to the house.
"Please, call me Arthur. I will be family soon, you know." He chuckled to himself as he closed the gap between us with gracefulness. He was at least a head taller than me, and very slender. Though he was slim, the outline of muscle hinted under his tailored coat. His face looked as if it was chiseled from stone by a renowned Greek artist. Long blonde curls framed his golden eyes. He was gorgeous.
"Of course, Arthur." My mother giggled slightly as she said his name. You'd think she was the one getting married, not me.
The astounding creature turned to me and took my hand in his cold one and kissed it softly. His lips felt like ice against my skin. "This must be my beautiful bride-to-be."
I flustered as his entrancing eyes caught mine. Maybe this arranged marriage wouldn't be so bad after all.
"This is our lovely Amelia." My mother walked over to me. "She is absolutely wonderful. We are very proud of her."
Arthur smiled warmly. "You should be. She seems wonderful." He smiled again.
After three hours of getting to know Arthur, my parents decided to take me shopping since I was being a 'good sport' about the marriage. They also thought I needed a few new dresses for special occasions.
"Oh, Amelia, that is breathtaking!" I had on a deep green evening dress. It had a low cut neck and a small train. My mother adored it.
"You could wear that to the engagement party. It would be marvelous. I'm sure Arthur would love it.." Her voice drifted off as I saw a boy, about my age, stocking the front shelves of the shop. He was tall and slender, like Arthur, but younger. His hair was a bronze color and in slight disarray. He was handsome, but did not hold the unnatural beauty that Arthur did. Nevertheless, I was stunned.
"Amelia, sweetheart, are you listening to me?"
"Yes, mother." I took one last glance at the handsome boy, only to find a pair of green eyes staring back. We held each other's gaze until I could no longer stand it. Blushing, I looked away.
I tried on three more dresses after the emerald one. None of them matched the first, or so my mother thought. As she was buying the dress, I stole one last glance at the boy. I mentally cursed, caught in the act again. This time, however, he smiled at me. Slightly relieved, I smiled in return and followed my parents out of the stuffy shop.
A/N: Yea, so, I finished Eclipse and I felt like writing and an Edward story.
Disclaimer: Everything you don't recognize is mine. Everything you do recognize is Stephenie Meyer's.