Hello readers! This is a new idea of mine that I got from reading The Luxe. It of course isn't as incredible as Twilight but it's still incredible. Please R&R and tell me if you want me to continue it.

BPOV

Exhaustion took over my entire body like a disease that was slowly but surely eating me away. I had just returned from a very long journey not even two hours ago and yet I was forced to be at, "The party of the century," or so my younger sister Alice, put it.

Truthfully all I wanted to do was pull the covers over my head and stay in my bedroom for weeks at a time. But of course being a proper lady in society, I was not allowed to do such a thing.

"You have to be there Isabella," my mother Renee said sternly. "It is going to be a marvelous occasion where many suitors will surely await. Please do this for your poor mother." She hated it when her mother used her infamous guilt trips on her. The only reason Bella was even considering going is because it would make her mother happy. Since her father had died three months ago, those moments were very few and far between. All her mother had ever wanted for Bella was for her to marry rich so she could take care of her family. Because of her father's sudden death their financial state was in great danger.

"You really do look beautiful miss," my maid Angela said. "I know that you will certainly be the bell of the ball. No one could ever have anything on you." Bella began to blush at the praise; she was never able to adjust to such compliments even though she received them all of the time. Bella was a simple girl with simple features but their was always just something about her; and understated beauty. She stood tall and proudly as she examined herself in the mirror. She was wearing a dark blue gown that fit her every curve perfectly.

"Thank you Angela," I said. "I really appreciate that."

"Are you ready yet," Alice said coming into the room. She had on a bright pink gown that made her look stunning, even with her short frame.

"Yes Ally," I said taking my sister's arm. "Relax, I am ready."

"I heard Emmett is going to be there tonight," he dearest and truest friend Rosalie had said. "He really is a wonderful catch don't you think Bella?" Bella did think that Emmett was handsome but for some reason she never felt anything for him but kinship. He really wasn't her type and to be honest he was a bit too arrogant for his own good.

"He is indeed Rose," I commented. "I have no taste for him but none the less I would have to agree; he is quite a catch." Bella and Rosalie had just arrived at the party but had already been forced to dance with four of the wealthiest bachelors in town each. Bella's feet were already killing her and she had tripped three times. She hated wearing high heeled shoes; they always ensured disastrous affects.

"Can I tell you a secret, my dearest friend," Rosalie said looking flustered.

"Of course Rose," I said calmly. "You know you can always tell me anything no matter what."

"But you see Bells," she whispered. "I don't know if I can this time. It truly is the most sacred kind of secret, but I know I will burst at the seems if I don't tell you this instant."

"Rose," I said. "I'm sure there is no reason to make this so dramatic. Just please tell me already. You're making me rather anxious."

"Well you see," she began to say but she was quickly cut off by my mother steeling me from my dearest friends company. It was times like these that I wished I could hide from her and never return. She was becoming so demanding lately. She was pressuring me every day to find a suitor soon though I had no desire to tie myself down this young; I was only seventeen.

"Bella come with me," my mother said taking my arm forcefully. "The Duke of Kent is here and he's dying to dance with my enchanting daughter."

"Mother," I said angrily. "You know I despise dancing with that man. He is no gentlemen at all and he's rather dull. Can't I wait for another suitor to dance with? Besides Rosalie was about to discuss something of utter importance with me in private."

"Isabella really," my mother said glaring at me. "You're Father's last wish was that his eldest daughter would be married and happy. He always wanted the best for you Isabella and this is how you act. Don't you think you owe him at least this?"

"Mother," I pleaded. "Please don't do that to me. I know that father wanted this for me but I also think he wanted me to be happy. I will be married some day but when I am I want it to be for love not wealth."

"Bella," she said coaxing me by using my nickname. "You're father and I never wanted anything less than for you to be happy, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Please just do this for me my Bella. You may be our only hope."

"All right mother," I said abandoning my boundaries. "I will dance with the duke. I will be charming and witty and I will make you proud. I promise you that I will do my best."

"That is all I ask Isabella," my mother said gently squeezing my hand. If I hadn't known my mother to be so emotionless I would have sworn that I saw a tear silently make its way down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away. She looked so fragile and hurt in her widows black. Seeing her in such a grave state sent pain through my already broken heart.

"My dearest Isabella," the duke said taking my gloved hand and kissing it. "You look utterly ravishing this evening my dear. Would you honor me with a waltz?" I gave my best fake smile and took his hand.

"Why of course my dear duke," I said. "Nothing could make me happier." He grabbed me rather forcefully and drug me out onto the dance floor. As soon as we made our way to the dance floor the duke placed his hands well below my waste while he whispered distasteful things into my ears. The duke was also much more klutzy than me and ended up stepping on my toes five times. I could tell he was heavily intoxicated and looked as if he were about to pass out at any moment.

"Bella my sweet," the duke said. "You know you're dress is wonderful. It shows me all of your, "beautiful features", that seemed to have just blossomed over night."

"My dear duke," I said trying to tear myself away from his iron grip. "Won't you please excuse me?"

"Please my dear call me Michael," he said lowering his grip on me to my waste. "You know my sweet; I have always found you the prettiest out of all these girls. You seem to be flawless."

"Oh sir," I began. "You surely are mistaken. I am full of flaws; you would not want me when you could choose from so many other wonderful women."

"Nonsense," he said now holding me for support. "What would you say if I told you that I had a room upstairs?"

"I would have to say," I said trying to control my temper. "That if you do not remove your hands from me this instant then I will have to take matters into my own hands."

"Oh and what could you possibly do my lady," he said now leaning his head far too close for my liking. "Are you going to run?"

"No," I said now stomping on his foot with all of my might. "But I will do that my dear duke." I quickened my pace and walked directly out the door avoiding my clearly upset mother. I didn't care anymore I was tired of living my life in moderation. I had always believed that duty to my family came first but I also believed that we only have one life to live. Is this really how I wanted to spend it?

I ended up running home not caring that it wasn't considered lady like. I tripped countless times as my vision became considerably blurry from the tears that were now streaming down my face. It had been months since I allowed myself to cry and it felt good. I had never been allowed the proper amount of time to grieve for my father Charlie who had died from a heart attack while at his work. He owned the company "Swan Incorporation", which he had inherited from his father. He worked relentlessly and never believed in leaving his work unattended. He worked night and day and took pride in everything that he ever did.

He especially had pride when it came to his family. I was his most prized possession; even more dear then my mother. He always believed that I would be the one who would carry on the Swan legacy and marry well. Since he had no sons I was his only hope to continue our family's fortune. My younger sister Alice was very spirited and believed in liberation for all women. She never followed the constraints of a proper lady and was therefore considered shameful.

"You are my biggest hope my Bella," my father said just before he died. "Whatever you do in life; do it well. I know that many things are expected of you but just remember, do what makes you happy." His words burned me as I let them enter my thought process. I had been trying to block these thoughts for months in fear that the pain would just begin to resurface. It was true that he father wanted her to marry well but he also wanted her to do what made her happy.

"Are you lost," I heard a silky voice say startling me. I had just arrived home when I decided it might be best if I hid for awhile. I decided to go to the barn where I was sure not to be disturbed. I thought that I would be alone but I guess I was wrong.

"Who are you," I asked startled. What business did this strange man have inquiring about my where abuts?

"Oh you must be Miss Swan," he said coming close to me. He reached for my hand but I just backed away from him.

"I am," I said cautiously. "But you still have not informed me whom you are sir." He was looking at me with something in his eyes that I could quite identify; possibly admiration. He was a very handsome man who looked to be about my age. He was very tall with the most beautiful bronze hair that I had ever seen. He also had shocking emerald eyes that made my knees weak.

"Oh sorry," he said extending his hand and grabbing my hand in his. "My name is Edward; Edward Cullen. I am the new stable manager; I am also very pleased to meet you."

"Isabella Marie Swan," I heard my mother yell. I instinctively cringed in horror. My mother was hardly ever angry, but when she was it was the most horrifying thing you could ever see.

"Oh no," I said.

"What," Edward said pulling me closer as if to protect me. I lost track of my surroundings as I looked into his devastatingly beautiful eyes. "Bella what is it?"

"Did you just call me Bella," I said starring at this beautiful boy in confusion. How could someone I just met address me so casually? That had never happened before.

"Do you prefer Isabella," he asked smiling sheepishly.

"No," I answered quickly. "I just didn't expect you to call me that. Only my best of friends ever dare to call me that."

"Do you not consider me a friend Miss Swan," Edward said dazzling me with a crooked smile.

"No," I said. "I do consider you a stranger though."

"ISABELLA," I heard my mother.

"Stranger or not," he said pulling me closer. "You may need my help. You're mother sounds angry and seeing as you're back here I assume your hiding."

"Maybe I just wanted to come back here," I said stubbornly. "It is my house you know."

"We could always discuss that later," he whispered. "Do you want to get out of here or not Bella?"

"ISABELLA," my mother shouted again. She sounded even angrier and I knew I would pay dearly when I returned.

"Yes," I said without thinking. "Get me out of here now." He looked a little upset at my tone so I tried to calm down. "Please Edward. Please help me."

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