Twilight Cinderella
Summary: Forget Cinderella, its Isabella Swan. Prince Edward (obviously!). The two not-so-ugly stepsisters, Rosalie and Alice (btw they are nice in this one) and Isabella's best friend Jasper. Emmet is Edward's brother!
Chapter 1
BPOV
I got up at five, as usual and ran downstairs. Today, father was to bring home his new wife and her two daughters. I was really excited! Nobody ever came to our estate, and if they did, they were never anywhere near my age.
I sprinted into the kitchen, eager to see what our cook, Joanne, had cooked for breakfast. When I walked in, she beamed at me and planted a bowl of porridge on the table. I sat down happily, and squeezed some honey over it.
"How are you this morning, Miss Bella?" Joanne asked, whilst stirring the chocolate in the pan above the stove.
"Very well thank you Joanne." I said happily, "I'm looking forward to tonight. Finally some new faces in this place."
"Aye, that it will be" said Joanne. "It'll be good for you to have some new people to talk to and play with. Apparently they're a pretty well off family, so you need not worry about them taking your things." She chuckled to herself.
"I should think not!" I said in mock horror.
We both erupted in laughter, and I finished my last spoonful of porridge.
"I'll take that." Joanne said motioning to the bowl. "Now, no disturbing me. I've got lots of food to make, and you have to look your best for the guests. That means upstairs. Now!" She then scurried me outside, closing the door behind me.
I sighed heavily, then trudged slowly upstairs to my bedroom. The maid, Georgie, was already in my room, scouring through my wardrobe, no doubt trying to find something appropriate for me to wear. I cleared my throat loudly and she turned around clutching a long green dress in her arms.
"Pardon me miss, but your father told me to find an appropriate outfit for you and to get you ready for tonight." She said bowing.
"Oh, okay," I said, looking closely at her. "Are you sure my father sent you?"
"Ye…yes miss. They were his very words."
"Mmm, funny that, Father isn't here; he's in London at the moment." I said carefully.
"Yes miss, but he told me before he left." She said slowly.
"Very well then," I sighed. "If that's what Father wishes." Georgie smiled weakly.
"Very good miss. Your father was right about you. You are a good girl. Now, let's get you washed and scrubbed, and then we can sort out your outfit together. I really think this green dress would be very comely." She said, whilst directing me into the bathroom.
After washing, I walked back into my room, towel around me, and stared opened mouthed at the ten or so dresses layed out on my bed.
"Um, Georgie," I began.
"Ahh, good, you're ready. Well, let's begin." Georgie began talking about each dress in detail, while I just stood there shocked. It wasn't even lunch time yet, and she was already ranting on about the dress.
"So," she said after an hour or so, "what dress would you prefer?"
"The blue one looks fine," I said tentatively. She pouted.
"But I really think that the gre…" she began
"Okay! Okay!" I said, raising my arms in the air. "I'll wear the green one, but right now, I need to change into something less…um…fancy, and get some food. Is that alright?" She nodded slowly. "Great, now, where are my jeans?"
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