Pre-face
Beauty. This was the only word that came to mind as I stared at the stranger that was my reflection. Golden eyes had taken the place of blue ones; Strong muscles now replaced my previously fragile body. The sharp angles of my now beautiful face were unfamiliar; the speed with which I could move was alien to me. I had been unconsciously gripping the marble sink in front of me with my flawless hands, and as I released my grip, the area that I had been holding crumbled. A new sensation began to form in my throat, burning my tongue and scorching my throat. If this had happened three days earlier, tears would have formed in my eyes. But this was today, and I could no longer cry. As the pain grew, a lone figure walked through the only doorway in the room. This was my Husband. This was My Creator. This was My Edward.