He Could Be The One
The White satin dress hit the floor and perfectly curved around every inch of her body. It flowed around her as smooth as silk.
She looked in the mirror stunned; her mahogany hair was in flawless ringlets cascading down her back. Her chocolate brown eyes looked back at her face with make up that was absolutely gorgeous.
She reached for Edward's icy cold hand to go to the prom, but it was not there. It was replaced by a warm russet hand that molded into Bella's like clay.
She woke up to see Edward looking back at her; and she doubted that she was meant to be with him for the first time. It didn't feel right anymore. Time to go visit Jake.
