Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Any possible OCs in the future belong to me.
Chapter 1
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"Miss Isabella, your Mother has sent for me to wake you up." One of the keeps, Delilah tapped me gently. I heard a series of whooshes and sunlight was poured all throughout my room.
"How many times need I tell you that you may call me Bella" I told her as I propped up to my bed, supporting myself with pillows.
"Forgive me Miss Bella." She smiled and got the brush from my vanity table and began to walk towards me. I responded by sitting by the edge of my table, my back facing Delilah.
"So why did she wake me up extra early today? And on a Sunday nonetheless," I asked her.
"She needed to discuss something to you, something about your betrothed I presume." She replied gently as she led the brush to my mass of wavy tresses.
"Not again…" I sighed. My mother Renee and my father, Charlie had been bringing up the topic of my betrothal ever since I turned 16 last month. Although they did talk it out to me that the engagement will be broken off if I find and learn to love someone proper for their high-set standards.
I am betrothed to a very attractive man named Michael Newton. I only saw him for several times, and only stayed for a few minutes during my birthday celebration last month.
"Mister Newton is an attractive man Miss Bella." Delilah simply stated as she began to brain my hair.
"I know Delilah, but you know how attractive men can get so arrogant and cocky and stubborn and conceited and…" I continued to ramble on until Delilah tapped my on the back as smiled at me.
"I don't know Mister Newton much yet Miss Bella, just keep your guard up." Delilah flashed me a knowing glance. "Forgive me Miss Bella but I have to go, your Mother and Father are waiting for you in the dining room." With that she exited.
I stood up, almost getting my feet caught in the blankets, got a robe from the armoire, slipped on my China silk slippers and made my way downstairs, although I tripped and almost fell on the last step.
I am not exactly the graceful type. Although I get pretty decent marks in Dancing and Manners, which involves a lot of moving and requires a lot of grace, quite an achievement actually.
I reached the door and pushed it open. Mother and Father were seated at their respected places in our table. Father in the center, Mother on the right of father, and I, if there are no guests, in the left of Father
"Good morning Mother, Father." I went towards them and gave them a peck on the cheek.
"Bella, your Mother would like to share something. The Newtons are getting more and more anxious to spend time with you now that you are of age."
"Bella…" My Mother, Renee spoke. "would you like to have a get together with Michael? Mrs. Newton had just called and told me that Michael would like to get to know his betrothed better and I think it's a brilliant idea." She spoke with enthusiasm and excitement in her voice.
"Alright Mother." I sighed, knowing that I can't talk my way out of this one.
"Its set then, you are to meet Michael Newton next week." My mother stated with superiority. "Saturday at three o'clock for tea."