Chapter 1

BPOV

Ugh! Is it already 6 am? How did this even happen when it felt like I didn't go to sleep.

*Beep*Beep*Beep*

Yup that is in fact my alarm and it is time for me to get up and go to work. Aah work. I may not be a morning person, but I am one of the very few that can say they are actually happy with their job. I am 24 years old and work as a pastry maker at one of the top bakeries in Seattle. My job is relaxing and it allows me to be creative. I enjoy the outcome of all the work as well, tasty treats. Yumm… I need coffee.

So I am 24 and a professional baker. I didn't go to school to be a professional baker, but you can't deny natural talent. I have been living in Seattle for 7 years, moved right when I was 18, as soon as I was able to get out the house. I went to the University of Washington and got my degree in English, and that allows me to do freelance writing to bring in extra cash. I mostly write for food magazines. I live in a glorious loft apartment in downtown Seattle. I am more than pleased with my life with the exception of the love portion.

I haven't had much luck. I am a pretty girl, thick brown hair, brown eyes, and petite frame. I wear black rim glasses and sport a sleeve of tattoos on my arm all year round. Like I said my job allows me to explore my creativity. I am pretty reserved in my general nature, so my tattoos allow me to rebel if you will.

After showering and throwing on my standard uniform of skinny jeans, crisp white tee and chucks I decided to head down to the bakery. Seattle in the morning is busy during the weekday but thanks to my amazing loft I am able to walk to work. I got to the door of "Sweet Treats" (AN: Not a real bakery) just before 7:30 am, and bakery opens at 8. Our morning sellers such as bagels and donuts are baked the night before, so all I have to is set them out and start on the afternoon treats. By 9:15 I'll be up to my elbows in cookies, muffins, cupcakes, cakes and candies.

As I was putting out the last of the bagels, Angela our cashier came in.

"Hey Ang, how is your morning going?"

"Hey Bells, its great thanks, easy commute. Hey do you have the pastries ready for this afternoon already? Or is there still a lot to do?"

"They are started, not too much more to do" thanks to the help of 12 ovens. "Why what's up?"

Angela then got a gleam in her eye. "Well you know Esme is coming in with her children, they just moved home and she will be showing them around the shop. They haven't seen it since it opened."

"Oh! I love Esme and she hasn't been around in so long."

"That's because I trust you to run the store yourself!" a smooth voice called out.

"ESME! How are you?"

"I'm fine sweetheart how are you?" Esme was beautiful, shoulder length caramel hair, bright beautiful green eyes and a smile that would welcome a pariah.

"I am good thanks, lonely with out you" I said while simultaneously bringing her in for a hug. Just as we were in the middle of our reunion there was a not so subtle throat clearing behind us.

I turned to look through the door and there were three of the most gorgeous people I have ever seen. There was a short pixie girl standing at the very most 5'1 inches. She was dressed head to toe in what I can only assume was designer clothing, complete with shades on her head for the non-existent Seattle sun. Next to her was a big burly guy with short brown hair and the cutest dimples on his smiling face. Maybe he was a professional football player. And then there he was, in all his glory. Standing at what had to be at least 6 feet, with his lean muscular body, and that copper, auburn, maybe bronze hair. That hair was tousled to perfection. I thought that alone would be the end of me until I was met with his eyes; a beautiful green like Esme's but deeper and absolutely piercing my soul. After another obvious throat clearing, I realized much to my embarrassment that I have been staring, and cue blush. "God, sorry, I'm Bella!"

The pixie girl spoke up "HI BELLA! I am Alice; this is my brother Emmett and my other brother Edward." She said pointing to the football player and my personal fantasy come to life. "Hey Bella, I hear you are the best baker, with the exception of my mom of course." Emmett said

"I dunno, why don't you try some things and let me know." His face lit up like a kid on Christmas, what a loveable guy.

"See I knew I would like you!" Emmett yelled while making a bee-line to the display case.

Just as Edward was about to speak Emmett bellowed with a mouth full of food "Eddie! You gotta try these cookies" Everyone just laughed, while Edward scrunched his face in annoyance. Esme went on to introduce everyone to Angela. Just as I was walking in to the kitchen I caught Angela's face just as she mouthed "OMG HOT!" With a faint blush spreading across my cheeks I mouthed "I know" and as I looked up at once more I saw non other than Edward Cullen looking at me with a smirk on his face.