Hey guys :) I know that before this story was supposed to be written by me and Cantgetenoughtwilight but as I have no been able to get in touch with her for a while, I've decided to write this story by myself, so please do not report her if you see the same name and same story on her account as you do on mine

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Chapter 1

"Goodbye, Mother," I whispered in her ear as she pulled me into a hug. I had never left her, not even when she ran away from my father 16 years ago. She had been my support and I had been her strong pillar foundation until Phil came along.

My mother was too good to get re-married again, but that didn't mean she didn't love him. She has always told me that I was the best thing that had happened to her, and for some reason I believed her.

It was time for me to leave her though, I wanted to see the world and her world revolved around Phil. I didn't want to intrude on them, I've heard love is the strongest emotion on has felt. So, I decided to leave them, and this cruise was the perfect thing to help me.

I had felt a strange pull to go on the Imprevisto Amore which I myself couldn't explain. I tried to tell myself it was only the urge to get away from my mother and Phil.

"Have fun, my dear. It's not too late for you to stay," at those words, tears sprung into my eyes. I would miss her terribly.

"No Mom, I need to go, take care," I turned to Phil, and he did look sad, that's the one thing I liked most about him. He was hurt when my mother felt hurt; he loved her enough to be part of her pain.

I pulled him into a hug to, much to his surprise and my own.

"Take care of her, Phil. She needs you now," I whispered in his ear as my mother sobbed softly behind us.

"Always," he whispered back, and he leaned down to kiss the top of my head as I kissed him cheek. I turned back to my mother and told her that this wasn't the end, we would meet, it's not like we're never gonna see each other again.

"Your right, Bells," she said, coughing out a sobbed laugh. "I will see you, I love you Isabella Marie Swan, and don't you forget it." She said flicking the tip of my nose with the tip of her finger.

"I love you too, Momma." I was a 21-year-old girl who was dating the most amazing guy I had met and still called her mother like 5 years olds do. I felt a warm, familiar arm around my shoulder and I looked up to see the face of my boyfriend.

"Bells, everything is set for us to go, anytime you're ready, I am," he told me, as he pulled my tear-stained face into his chest. I clung to his shirt and took a last peek at my mother, and turned away from her. This isn't the last time you'll see her, I chanted to myself repeatedly as Jake and I walked away.

My boyfriend, I sighed as I remembered the night he asked me out.

Flashback

I his cheerful whistle coming down the drive way and I rushed out, unable to contain my excitement on seeing him again. I threw myself into his arms wanting to be enveloped in his hug, his warm familiarity.

I had missed him terribly when he had gone to visit his family. We had been apart for months with only weekly letters to keep my nerves calm. I had been waiting for him to come home, to confess my feelings for him. I had waited for years to tell him, and now I just had too.

"Hey Jake," I blushed, suddenly embarrassed.

"Hi Bells, miss me?" he asked, teasingly. If only he knew…

"You can't imagine. How was your week?" He sighed, all of a sudden weary.

"Well, there were a lot of arrangements to make considering what had happened. Rebecca decided to stay home with dad for a while, and later I would go over."

"Jacob, I'm so sor-"I started to say, as he cut me off.

"Shut-up Bella, seriously. This isn't your fault."

"I want to help…"

"Then just be with me, how about we go out for a picnic tonight?"

"No, don't be silly. You must be tired after that long journey, come inside, I've already cooked. Renée and Phil are out tonight at a ball."

"Okay, let's get inside then, it getting a little bit chilly."

I lead him up the stairs and sat him down in the dining hall while I walked into the kitchen. I brought out the warm bread and some soup along with his favorite wine.

"I've missed you this week," he confessed, staring studiously at his soup.

"I have too…" I replied, blushing.

"Bella?"

"Hm…?"

"I think I might like this one girl…" I kept my eyes glued to the table as tears of hurt rushed to my eyes and my cheeks stained red.

"Are you sure she's a good girl? She might end up being like Emily. She ended up falling in love with Sam; I don't want you hurt again."

"She's not like that, Bells."

"You said the same thing last time," I said reproachfully, as he raised his eyebrows at me.

"Well, I know for sure this time. I have my own mind, Bells. Don't worry. I was thinking of telling her soon."

"Tell me about her," I said in an almost demanding voice.

"Her eyes speak a thousand words, curious and innocent, like a child's mind. Her skin, as fair as a pale moon… Her love radiates around me like none other, I spend every day thinking about her, and at night, I dream about her. She's lovely; you might approve my choice, once you find out who it is." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Jacob, you just made her sound like a fictional character."

"Maybe she is...she's too good to be true," he said, border line crazy. Oh dear lord, I thought to myself. I felt my heart cracking...slowly. The cruelest from of torture; attacking the heart, but who knew that better that I?

"So…" I started.

"Yes?" he said cocking his eyebrows at me, smirking. As if he got just the confirmation he needed by looking into my eyes.

"Tell me her name?"

"No," he said rather bluntly, wounding me.

"Jacob…I'm not going to stalk her or go find out who she is. I just want to know the name," I said smiling innocently, through the pain that seared through my heart.

"You will find out when I tell her." And with that he drinking his soup again, the silence was deafening and something I couldn't bear. Tears of anger and hurt pooled into my eyes, I turned my head away, in fear he would see it.

I had waited a week to tell him, my many sleepless nights and dream-filled days. I had slogged my days, kept my mind and busy till my back screamed with agony, and my hands felt like a million needles had been pressed into them.

I loved him.

"Bells?" he called the name out testing it in this new silent air. His whisper seemed like a shout.

I turned my head slowly, facing him. Hoping that by now, some of the moisture had subsided in my eyes.

"Yes Jacob?" I said like he was my master, and I his maidservant.

He made a sudden movement, and stood up, startling me.

"Bella, you're crying." He said, like he was oblivious to the fact for so long, like it shocked him. Dear me, I thought to myself.

"No I'm not," I was terrible at lying.

"Yes, you are," he replied, gently; coming closer to me. Slowly. As if I was afraid of him.

"Jacob, I'm fine," I said, trying to stand up but ended sitting right back down. He was closer to me than I expected.

JPOV

God, she was so beautiful. Her moist eyes told me exactly what I wanted, the confirmation I needed. She cared for me too, maybe not as deeply or strongly, but she cared.

The affection of this girl, the one who I thought I'd never get.

I intended to show her how I felt, who I liked.

I walked closer to her, slowly, never walking faster, in case I shocked her. I saw the confusion in those chocolate brown eyes, confusion and love.

I reached my hand out to her face and gently stroked it. She closed her eyes as if she enjoyed the feeling are leaned her head, slightly, into my hand.

"Bella," I whispered her name; like a prayer, devotion, passion, love.

She opened her eyes again and a small smile played across her lips, a looked expectant. Like she wanted to say something, but she wanted to wait for me to say the something first.

"Bella?"

"Hm?"

"I love you." She couldn't respond to what I had said, instead she brought her soft, pink lips crashing down onto mine.

Nothing more needed to be said that night; we knew what we wanted.

I loved her, and though she didn't say it, I could feel the passion from her kiss.

End Flashback

"Bella?" I turned at the sound of my name.

"I've called you at least ten times, what do you think? We can't bunk together, but we're most or less likely in the same area."

"It's wonderful Jacob, thank you."

"What are you talking about; this is all your parents' idea."

"Well, it's lovely nevertheless." I blushed at my stupidity.

"Nothing can be as beautiful as you," he replied, huskily. For some reason, I felt a strange twist at the pit of my stomach. As if something were going to change.

EPOV

"Edward?" The deep voice of my father called for me. I stayed hidden behind the tree.

"Edward, where are you?" He yelled into the woods. This was always where I ran when I needed to think. This spot exactly, into the open field where the same, single tree I've been running to since I was a boy still stood proudly.

"Edward dear?" A new voice called out, my mother. I held my breath to try to keep as quiet as possible. I didn't want to give them any signs as to where I was. "Did he leave?" My mother asked my father.

"He couldn't have, we would have heard his car." There was some rustling and then silence. "This is the fourth time this week Elizabeth. He keeps running off out here as if he were still a child. He can't keep doing this."

"He's just trying to collect his thoughts." My mother spoke sharply. She always stood up for me; she and I were extremely close, but my father and I? Not so much.

"I don't care. He needs to face his realities head on like a real man." That's what he always told me, for as long as I can remember. He always said that I needed to be a real man and do things that real mean do. But I always ignored him. Any time I would get upset, my mother was there to help me.

"Honestly Ed, give him time." I heard retreating footsteps; my mother was going back inside the house. My father grunted and sighed a few times, letting a few curses slip and then retreated as well.

I let out the breath I was holding and sunk to the ground, resting my back against the tree. I had so many things to think through, like the engagement my father was forcing me into. There was a ball at my father's law firm. He made me attend, of course, with a date he picked out himself. Her name was Rosalie. The moment my father saw her, he decided we should be wed. She came from good money, though we didn't need it. He didn't want me marrying a girl that wouldn't bring wealth into the household.

Since the ball six months ago, Rosalie has been trying to get me to take her to Paris on my own. I've always made excuses and have successfully kept my father from hearing about it. Of course, Rosalie hasn't been happy about that.

But as for the engagement, that was something I couldn't explain just how much I was dreading. The day I would have to marry Rosalie, would be the day my life is ruined. It isn't as if she wasn't beautiful, since that is what most men marry for apart from wealth. She was beautiful; she had long blond hair and was thin with a pretty face and pale blue eyes. But that doesn't matter. Her beauty means nothing to me if I don't love her. And I don't. She can be so greedy, selfish, spoiled, loathing, rude, inconsiderate, yet if she just loved me, even if I didn't love her, none of that would matter. I know she doesn't love me; her father wants my family's money just as much as my father wants his. But all I want is love. I wouldn't care how she treated me, as long as one of us loved the other.

But no matter her negative traits, I still treat her like the gentleman my mother raised me to be to any woman, no matter how awful she was.

I've spoken to my mother many times since my father insisted on marriage with Rosalie. She tells me she understands and just to try to be kind and that maybe I'll find real love, a passionate love.

In all honesty, my mother despises Rosalie. She sees what my father refuses to see, what constantly is seared into my head. She tells me to hold off as long as I can on the marriage my father refuses to let me away from. My mother, like myself, was forced by her father to marry someone she wasn't fond of. She, too, longed for love and happiness. She knows that's what I truly desire and I know she wants that for me much more than what she could have wanted for herself.

I swore to my mother when she told me she was forced to marry my father that I wouldn't speak of it, not to anyone. I've stuck by that promise. And she continuously sticks by my father's side, even though she isn't treated the way a woman ought to be treated.

I thought harder for about an hour and decided that it was time to face my father. I entered the house, took my shoes off and placed them on the mat near the door and entered into the family room. I was shocked to see Rosalie. She was laughing with my father as my mother glared at her.

"Oh Edward, dear." My mother jumped out of her seat and opened her arms for me. I welcomed the embrace; there has not been another's touch that compares to my mothers.

"We were so worried about you." She exclaimed and then put her lips close to my ear. "Prepare yourself." She whispered so only I could hear. She smiled as she pulled away and rolled her eyes once she was facing only me. I held back a chuckle; I knew it must be something about Rosalie.

"Eddie?" Rosalie called…I hated it when she called me that. "Why don't you be as dear as your mother thinks and fetch me a glass of water?" She turned away from me and continued her conversation with my father. I noticed my mother's glare became colder; I smiled at her protectiveness of me.

"I'll join you." My mother stated as she stood. We walked to the kitchen in silence but the moment the door closed she rounded in on me. "If she doesn't keep her mouth shut Edward I'm going to say something! I will!" She said softly so they couldn't hear us in the living room.

"It's alright mom. Don't worry about it." I told her as I got a glass from the cabinet.

"No, it isn't alright Edward. She is always so rude to you and I try to keep out of it, I really do. But when she is this way in front of me…It just makes me boil!" She said angrily while smoothing her dress with more force than necessary. She was trying to get her anger out before we went back to the living room; I've noticed this action on more than one account, but only when Rosalie was involved. It was becoming a habit of hers now.

"Why is it taking you so long?" Rosalie's head popped through the door. My mother turned quickly and used the full force of her eyes on her…And believe me, it was scary. It only happened to me once, when I was ten. I broke one of her lamps by running through the house and I swore that after she looked at me like that, I would never get that stare again, and I didn't.

"I'm talking to my son, I'm sure you can spare a moment." My mother stated tartly as she pointed to the door, a signal for Rosalie to leave.

"Are you going to let her talk to me like that?" Rosalie asked.

"Rosalie, please, not now." I pinched the bridge of my nose to keep calm.

"How dare you let her speak to me like that?" She entered the kitchen fully now and returned my mother's glare.

"Can you just give us a moment?" I asked politely.

"No. I cannot. You should be devoting your time to me, not to an aged woman." My mother gasped as my father entered chuckling.

"Amusing, isn't she?"

"Hardly." My mother said bitterly.

"Well my boy, I've got good news!" Dad stated loudly. I turned my focus to him instead of the two fuming women. "You're going to Paris! I bought you two a ticket for a ship that sets sail tomorrow!" He said happily while smiling to Rosalie, whom beamed up to my father and turned to glare at my mother once more.

"You bought us tickets to Paris?" I asked dumbfounded.

"That's right Eddie. Just you and me, no one else to ruin anything." She said as she walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. "We can finally have time uninterrupted from nosy old women." She turned to glance at my mother once again.

"Oh you little…" I cut my mother off before she could say any more.

"Let's go get some ice cream." I told her as I grabbed her arm gently and her coat with my free hand. I rushed us out the door before anyone could object.

"Edward she is such a little…I don't know what but I don't like her!" Mom fumed. She started smoothing her dress once again. "She's a harlot! That's what she is!"

"Mother!" I looked to her in surprise, she blushed slightly.

"Sorry." She added with a giggle. "But it's true." I smiled and opened my car door for her.

"I don't want to go." I stated as we sat at a table with our ice cream. I knew I sounded like a little boy, but I really couldn't bring myself to care.

"I know dear." She patted my cheek gently. "But for now, no matter how much you wish to stay or how much I despise the girl, you should probably go. Who knows…" She added while cheering up. "Maybe you will find what you've been looking for. And I hear Paris is lovely."

She did always try to look on the bright side, I loved her for that.

After an hour of laughing and smearing ice cream in each other's faces, we decided to go back home. I was very uneasy about that. I really didn't want to see Rosalie.

"Oh and Edward?" I turned my attention to my mother once I parked my car in front of the house. "You might want to pick a different tree to hide behind. It's getting a little more difficult to keep your father from getting close to it." She winked and opened the door and walked inside. I stared at her retreating figure and then laughed. I should have known she knew where I hid all this time, she isn't stupid. In fact, she found me once or twice when I was growing up. I smiled and got out of the car myself and headed towards the door. The moment I entered, my father pulled me aside.

"Edward, can you come in here a moment please?" He asked from his office. I sighed and entered the room. "Have a seat." He gestured to the comfortable chair. That was a bad sign. If he wanted you in and out of his office quickly, he pointed to the lumpy chair. But if he was going to have a long talk with you, it was the comfy chair. "Son, I got something for you to give to Rosalie. I expect her to be wearing it when you get back." He pulled a small box out of his pocket.

"Dad…" He cut me off immediately.

"I mean it Edward. I bought you these tickets to Paris for this reason and this reason only. You will propose to her on this trip. I don't care when you do it as long as she is wearing the ring when you walk back through this door. Do you understand me?"

There was no point in arguing. No amount could help me now. I took the box from his hand and stood, opening the door.

"Thanks Dad." I said politely, though I wanted to be anything but, and walked out the door.

"Eddie can you believe it? Paris! We're finally going. I just wish I didn't have to ask your father to force you to take me." I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing. I walked into my room, Rosalie following behind me. I sat on the bed and closed my eyes, wishing Rosalie away. Of course I wasn't so lucky.

"Are you finally going to propose to me?" My head jerked up and I eyed her carefully. "You don't really think your father wouldn't mention it, do you? That's all he has talked about to my father so, naturally, I know." She came and sat beside me, placing her hand on my knee. I lifted an eyebrow, carefully watching her hand.

I watched her hand so carefully that I didn't see her leaning towards me until her lips were mashed to mine.

I cringed inwardly and gently pushed her shoulders. There were times we kissed, but only when it was like this, me completely taken off guard. I never touched her really, and she hated that. She constantly pushed me, but I never gave in.

She pulled away, sitting herself up at my side. I let my back press against the headboard, closing my eyes and again, wishing her away. I felt her shift beside me and I looked up at her. For a moment, I saw a glimpse of a girl I've never seen before. I sat up and her eyes met mine.

"I should go home." She said, her voice gentle and completely out of character.

"Rosalie?" I asked softly. Her eyes dropped to her lap.

"I'm going home to pack." She paused a moment, but turned for the door. "Bye." She walked out, shutting the door behind her.

I thought about the look in Rosalie's eyes. The emotion I saw, the raw sadness and…was it sympathy that I couldn't place? It astounded me. She has never shown any emotion around me really. She is always bitter and angry.

"Edward?" There was a soft knock at the door. My mother poked her head in my room. "Do you need help packing?" I sighed and nodded.

She entered with a suitcase and put it beside my bed. "I'm very proud of you. I know you don't like who your father has in mind for you, but you put up with his judgment. You are far too kind Edward." She kissed my temple gently and put a few shirts inside the case. We packed silently and once we were finished it was dark and time for bed. She held me to her tightly and walked out of the room after a kiss on the cheek.

Tomorrow would begin my long, stressful, tiring weeks with Rosalie. Perhaps there is more to Rosalie than what I thought. Perhaps there is more to her than the bitter girl I see. Perhaps I have blinded myself from what she truly is out of the hatred of this arranged marriage. Perhaps I could actually, finally, fall in love.

The Edward part of this chapter is all thanks to Cantgetenoughtwilight! so a big thanks to her

even though she may not read this :) the next chapter should be coming out sometime next week

probably Sunday! The Italian translations to the words are below, and every time I use some, I'll put

it at the end of the chapter for all of you!

Please leave a review, it would be greatly appreciate and tell me what you thought of this first chapter

~Azalea

Imprevisto Amore- Unexpected Love

Non Lotta Love- Don't Fight Love

Cambiato e Forzata- Change and Force