Hello everyone!! So I'm sorry about the wait on this sequel. I kind of had this little thing called my high school graduation in the way. BUT, it's summertime now, and I'll have much more time to work on this!! First, though, a bit of house-keeping.

If you have not read Adele's first story, The Beauty of Grace, please do that before starting this one. I'm not taking the time to introduce Adele as much, for obvious reasons. That said, the first few chapters will pull my previous readers from the setting of the first story (1961) to the time Bella arrives (early 2000's I'm not being particular on that time period). I'll get you set into Adele's new life before I flip it upside down. If you read my first story, you know how much I love reviews. Seriously people, they are the best things in the whole world. I love them.

So here we go. Adele's story, part two. AKA: Run To You

Love, Karina

Prologue: Fate

I once had a conversation with Edward about how I joined the Cullens. I, of course, knew my half of the story, but had never fully understood the intentions of my family. He heard my thoughts, and tried to explain.

"It was almost like you were marked." He said, sitting back on the sofa and staring at the Monopoly board between us. It was one of the few games we could play together, because even with our perfectly laid plans, there was an element of chance. "That first time we saw you, you jumped out from the crowd. You were different from your friends even then. It's hard to explain." His thoughts weren't clear, more of a mush than anything else. My curiosity increased. It wasn't like Edward to be unsure. "You just fit." He shrugged, and I sensed defeat. "Maybe Carlisle is right, and it was just destiny."

I accepted his answer, though I still didn't understand him. I didn't then, at least.

Unsatisfied with my brother's answer, I then went to Carlisle. We sat in his library for nearly three hours, running through every possible path that could have lead them to me. Eventually, though, his face wore the same expression as Edward's, and he shook his head in defeat.

"It was just fate, mija." He ran a hand through my hair and kissed my forehead softly. "You were meant to be a part of this family. We knew as strongly as we knew ourselves. As strongly as you knew."

Again, I accepted the given answer, but was left unsatisfied. I let the subject drop, figuring it was something time would teach me.

It wasn't until we had moved countless times, and I had seen too many faces to count, did I finally understand what Edward had meant when he said I was marked. I finally understood, because it happened to me. In a crowd of people a face found me that I knew, instantly, I would never forget. And I knew, only a moment or two after, that I would never have to forget him. Because that was the person I would spend the rest of my life with.