Prologue
I woke up this morning after having one of the strangest most magnificent dreams ever. It was of a little girl and I, Sophie, I called her, playing in a meadow. She couldn't have been more than 2 or 3. She had little white wild flowers in her gorgeous bronze coloured ringlets, and wore a dusty blue dress. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. She had soft emerald green eyes, opposite to the dull brown that I myself had, a trait that she must have inherited from her father. She had the most infectious laugh and looked like me when I was that age. "Momma", she called me. I was euphoric. I had never been more happy than when I heard her utter than one simple word.
My name is Isabella Swan, Bella, for short. I'm 25 years old and work as a junior editor at Harper Collins Publishing Company. I haven't had a serious relationship since I broke up with my boyfriend, Mike, 2 ½ years ago in university. And no, I do not have a child. Sophie was just a dream that I find myself desperately wishing was reality.