Disclaimer: These characters still aren't mine, they're Stephanie Meyer's :(

No one speaks. No one moves. Everyone stares.

She is the picture of beauty, of perfection, of grace.

She moves like a seasoned dancer, each movement flowing into the next.

Her butter blond waves are poking out of her hat. The red knit popping against her pale complexion.

Her cheekbones dusted with just a bit of shimmer, her lips are a glossy pink.

She is too beautiful.

No one dares to make her unhappy, for why should unhappiness mar such a face.

Her melodic voice drifts over the crowd, like music, only better.

The attention doesn't bother her anymore, nor the points or the stairs.

As a matter of fact she enjoys it.

She is the center of attention.

Miss Rosalie Hale

PLEASE R&R!!!