A/N: This story is about the daughter of Bella and Edward. In this story Breaking Dawn never happened. Bella and Edward married later in Bella's life. They had a normal daughter Vera. They were later killed in a war of the two types of vampires. Carlisle and Esme rule over the vampire world in Volterra.
Let me start this story with how I met the love of my life Andrew. I was seventeen, living in London with Alice and Jasper. Alice owned a little dress shop; we got a lot of business from the upper class. I was just happy not to be a member of high society here. Unlike Volterra, everyone is obsessed with our family there. Well at least the vampire population. Sometimes I wondered if anyone noticed I just didn't belong in the vampire capital of the world. I am a human, even if my father wasn't. Anyways, back to Andrew. It was a normal day I was sitting in the shop working on homework as Alice fixed her designs. "Cheer up Vera." She said as she practically danced around the small space.
"Sorry, I really don't have much to be cheery about." I said as I looked up at her. I am sure that people could probably tell we weren't sisters. She was so small and perfect, like a little doll almost. Me I was too human to be perfect. I had a mess of reddish brown curls that just didn't work with my pale skin and deep brown eyes.
"I thought you were happier here in London." She said as she looked at me. She worried too much. Then again she could afford to she was going to be a perfect twenty year old forever.
"Happier doesn't mean happy." I said as I heard the door open. When I looked up there was one of the Princesses with none other than her mother the bloody Queen. Sorry to seem bitter but I was sick of high society people. Alice was floored in excitement. She knew they were looking for a designer for Princess Victoria's wedding dress. Victoria was the oldest of four children from Queen Catherine and the king. I watched carefully as Alice received the news. She was chosen for this task. I watched as they discussed color, cut, and material for awhile before quietly sneaking out back.
"Not a dress person?" I heard a voice ask as I lit a cigarette. It's a bad habit I picked up during my early days here. I looked over and there stood Prince Andrew. The dream guy for every teenage girl in London, well expect for me. He pulled out a cigarette. "Can I have a light?" He asked as he moved closer. I tossed my lighter to him.
"That's no the proper thing to do." I mocked as he lit up.
"Well, I don't agree with proper." He said as he looked at me.
"You get sick of pretty white dresses." I said to him as he stood next to me. "I practically live in that shop."
"I would love for my life to be that simple." He said as he looked at me.
"Yeah fine then you can take the dead parents and nutty sister." I said as I turned away. "You don't have it hard. I fucking watched my mother die and soon after my father."
"I am sorry." He said as he looked at me.
"You should be all you have to worry about are stupid cameras." I said as I started to walk away.
"What's your name?" He called after me.
"What are you going to do if I don't tell you? Issue a royal decree." I asked.
"No, I will let a very pretty girl walk away without me asking her out." He said.
"Vera. Vera Swan." I said as I looked at him. I had been given my mothers maiden name. This way I had no tie to the Cullen's except blood.
"What you say if I asked you out?" He asked.
"Sure, but your paying." I said with a smile as I walked away. "You know where to find me!" I yelled back to him. That was the moment that started everything.