Today was the day of the Grigori's annual ball, Carlisle and I had gone for a walk before it was time to get ready. We talked about anything and everything knowing I never kept anything from my twin. Carlisle and I were born on March 29, 1640 to Marissa and Douglas Cullen. Dad likes to joke that even in the womb my mom could tell we never separated, being that where one twin was, the other was not far behind. It is now May 15, 1658 and I was 17 the perfect age for marriage says my father, but that is not how I want my life to go. I want to marry out of love not, because of money or status. I looked out of the corner of my eye as Carlisle and I walked noticing how overwhelmingly handsome he was. He may not notice, but he had practically every girl in this drooling and begging to be his wife, though none of them ever got within a few feet of him when I was around, and as I said earlier there's rarely a time when I am not.
"Sister what are you so deep in thought about?" his voice was soft as it is with everyone yet I saw a flash of that full tooth smile he reserved just for me.
"Nothing, brother dear, just wondering how long the women in this town will fawn over you." He laughed a deep chuckle which in turn made me smile.
"Your thought process never ceases to amuse me Aiya."
My name is Aiya (A-Ya) Amara Cullen, and this is my story.