I would like to thanks those who have read this.

'Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.'

-Cicero

'But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.'

-William Shakespeare

Edward's POV

I was never one of those people who believed in 'love at first sight' and all other sappy stories about love; after all I am a very busy person. A world famous business owner and a part-time model. I could have all the women in the world, but will never be happy. True love, is there even such thing as true love. Well once in a while there are some lucky fellows who do actually fall in love, like Emmett and Rosalie and Alice and Jasper. But that's just pushing luck. They say for every awesome relationship, there are at least two failed ones.

Like most Friday night, I spend by myself in my office. The only thing that relieves my stress is when I do photo shoots as a model, it seemed weird at first, but when it was introduced by a friend I was hooked onto it. Not only did my company status rise, I also got more interviews, which I sometimes use to get hooked up. Flipping though my schedule I saw that I have to attend a masquerade ball tomorrow. Who still organizes masquerade balls? It's like a big party to get hooked up with strangers. Saturday 14th Feb, Valentines Day, why of all days do I have to go out? I was planning on having a nice cozy night at home alone watching the television or reading a book. But no! I have to go to a masquerade ball, all alone which means that flocks of girls will be swarming around me. I hope Alice got me something to wear; after all she is a fashion design and a shopaholic. Though I don't get why Jasper married her, her excitement level is the equivalent of ten love struck girls. Suddenly my phone started to ring. "Hello" I answered.

"Edward! Get your ass at my place now, I made a remarkable suit just for you" she shouted "Oh and would you please get the dry cleaning for me."

"Fine" I huffed. I pulled my cloak slowly off the rack and headed towards my car. The windows were tinted black so that nobody could see who was driving; I have always loved this car. No matter how many cars I buy, they will never replace this. I've gotten it from Carlisle when I first became a doctor. I was considered a genius, but it soon became bored and a started a business and now I've become a millionaire. I feel like life itself is just a game. I got off my car and walked inside the dry cleaner. Inside there sat a big plump man who seemed to be in his forties. His face was all flushed up and his hair was oily black which was made worst by his bushy eyebrows and a crooked nose.

"Are you-" he was about to ask the silly question that everyone knew.

"Yes, I am the Edward Cullen, I'm here to pick up Alice's dry cleaning" I interjected.

"Can I get an autograph, my daughter really likes you" he added.

"Fine" I muttered "It's not like I have a choice"

"What did you say" he asked as he turned around to get the dry cleaning.

"Nothing" I replied as I signed a piece of paper.

"Here, also this is a picture of my daughter" he said. He showed me the picture, which could emotionally scar Alice. She was skinny, but too skinny; her hair also shined in an unnatural oily way just like her father, and her eyebrows were thin and long and looked like it has been plucked too much. She also has a crooked nose which looked like it has been inherited from her father. I shivered as the thought of her and I together ran into my brain.

"Uh, thanks" I replied and left quickly. I swear I will never return into that store, no matter how many times Alice begs me. I dropped the clothes in the back of my car trunk and started to drive towards Alice's studio. I arrived when I saw the building; it was painted bright pink, because Alice wanted it to stand out. At first the owner wouldn't let her so she just bought the whole building. She always get her way, Jasper spoils her too much.

"Edward!" Alice shouted as the elevator arrived at her floor, "you're late; you know how much effort I put into to make a perfect outfit just for you" she screamed again.

"Calm down Alice, I picked up the dry cleaning." I replied. I walked into her office. I was amazed, this wasn't the first time I've been up here but I could have sworn that each time I arrived it was different. "Did you change the room again Alice?" I joking asked. The walls were now lilac with paintings hanged on top. If you look to the side you could see there were at least 10 changing rooms. On the left was a big room which led towards two other big rooms, one for female clothes and the other one for male clothes. She led me towards the male clothes room.

"Yea, so?" she replied as she jumped around looking for my outfit.

"Nothing" I answered. I turned around and stared at the beautiful outfit.

"Edward!" she shouted "oh I see, you have found your outfit. So what do you think?" She asked grinning wildly.

"It… beautiful" I stuttered. There was a blue shirt with a black jacket on top, which matched exactly.

"I also made you a mask to fit with your outfit" she said.

"Thanks" I replied, "how much do I own you?" I asked.

"It's free" she grinned wildly again, now I was getting suspicious. She hardly did something for someone without getting something in return. Then suddenly I found out, like a light has been switched on. "You set me on a blind date didn't you!" I shouted.

"Not exactly, you see the girl doesn't know it's a blind date. I decided to create a dress and a mask for her, which somehow happened to look a bit like yours." She grinned again.

"Alice!" I shouted.

"It's too late to cancel, you just have to go, or I'll inform the media on…. Something" she said.

"Sometimes, I think you're the devil's reincarnation" I muttered.

"I heard that!" she shouted. "Now shoo! I need my beauty sleep, because I just happen to be invited to a Masquerade ball tomorrow" she said.

"You too? Who else is going?" I asked

"Anyone who's a somebody" she replied.

"So Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper?" I asked fearing for the answer.

"Yep!" she giggled. I internally groaned. Even though Emmett was my brother, I still don't really like him that much. He used to tease me about not finding love and other stuff and now it had gotten even worst after he married Rosalie. But Jasper was fine; he understood how I felt about love and doesn't pressure me about it too much. Sometimes he would be kind and supporting. Rose was a different story, she was vain and selfish, and she doesn't actually care about other people. I mean I know I don't really care about others but she was just even worst. She thinks she is the best, that's why most people hate her, but despite that Emmett always sticks to her.

I took a quick glance at my watch. "Shoot!" I shouted, "Bye Alice, see you tomorrow."

"Bye, I'm sure you're like this girl" she replied. I groaned again and mentally kicked myself. It's just girl, all I have to do is attend the party and apologize for Alice and let the media take some pictures and then I could go. After all this party is just to boost my popularity.

I'll try to write more tomorrow too!

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.-George Bernard Shaw