Hi, everyone! This is my favorite story I've done so far(which is only the seventh/but only my second online) and I hope you all love it too! Just in case it gets kind of confusing for you...(keep reading)!
SUMMARY: Bella has just moved to Chicago with her family. The Masen's are hosting a party, and Bella and her mother attend. At this party, Elizabeth and Renee' are far past happy when Edward and Bella fall in love at first sight. Alice, Edward's little sister, quickly becomes Bella's friend, too. Everything is perfect for Bella, she gets a husband, a new family...sister...baby...then it all vanishes. Well, not the sister part. Alice and Bella are turned and find the Cullen's a century later. Who will they see there? DUN DUN DUNNNN.
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More social gatherings. Lovely. Just the thing I adore to do. Spending my time, chatting with girls my own age who have nothing to talk to me about but the lads they fancy. I distaste pleasing people who have no intentions but their own riches.
My family is far from wealthy. We are quite poor in our society, but I am grateful for what we have come up with. I have a roof over my head, and get daily meals. The dresses I wear are not the nicest, nor are they the most expensive, but each one of them resemble something important to me.
"Isabella! We must get going now, dear, if we plan on making it there on time." My mother called up to me.
"I'll be right down, mother." I called back.
I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was folded into a bun on the back of my head, and loose curls framed my pale face. My dress was a creamy white, with lace sleeves and a lace back. Down my skirt was a pale brown design, beautiful in every way. It was the same color of my eyes. Pearls were imbeaded into the neckline. I was proud to say my mother had made it with her own materials. A light forest green design was imprinted within the train and waist-belt.
Walking down the stairs, I heard a collective gasp from my mother. "Isabella, you look darling!" My mother smiled at me, looping her arm with mine.
My mother and I were very close, and I had always trusted her with everything. She is constantly bickering about how I need a gentleman in my life. To me, marriage was something people did for looks. Everyone followed the rules, and did things accordingly to what they are told. I detested following those rules.
"Thank you, mother." I whispered as we walked together out of our house. "Where is father?"
"Dear, this is a tea gathering. Men are not to come. Only Mrs. Masen's son will be attending. She is looking for a young lad for him." She raised her eyebrows at me, grinning like a fool.
My mother and I are very much so alike. When we are alone, we don't follow the rules. Together, we have fun. Women in this society are to follow after men, but together we can be free. Neither of us like rules. We often go out of town for walks, just to be able to say what we feel.
"Mother, they are the richest family in Chicago. Mr. Masen will never be interested in a gal like me. Do not fret and waste your time." I sighed.
She gave me a scolding. "Isabella, you are beautiful! More so than any other rich girl or poor girl. You do not see yourself clearly, darling."
For the rest of the way we walked in silence. It was mid-October, and there was a slight breeze causing leaves to fly everywhere. Colors were dying out, and in this big city, many families started getting ready for winter. The tip of my ears were getting frosty and my nose was as red as a button by now. My mothers cheeks were blistering red, and mine were most likely the same.
Straight ahead, lay the largest house I have ever seen. It was as long as my street going two ways. It was beautiful, and I stared in awe. White pillars stood infront of the red, double doors. The yard was freshly cut and a bright green, though winter was soonly coming.
Suddenly the itch in my leg protested louder than it has our whole stroll, but my mother pushed me along, not letting me stop to itch it. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering. It hurt and only intensified. It made my nervousness that much more worse.
Reminding me to act like a lady and keep a straight back, my mother knocked on the door. Not nearly ten seconds later a beautiful lady with long, bronzed hair opened the door. A smile was placed on her full lips. "You must be Mrs. Swan. It is so nice to meet you. I am Elizabeth Masen. Come on inside, it looks awfully chilly out there."
I looked down as my mother embraced the sincere woman, giving out kind smiles. I tuned them out until I heard my name. Glancing up, I put a soft smile on my face. "And this is my daughter, Isabella."
Then I realized that Mrs. Masen had introduced my mother to her son, who was standing directly infront of me. I gasped quietly.
This young man was a beauty. His hair was a golden shade of bronze, and his pale complexion was a perfect contrast in comparison. His lips held in a wonderful smile, filled with a set of perfectly white teeth. He was tall, with broad shoulders and wonderful hands. When I looked into his eyes, I could feel my knees shake slightly.
Oh, how bright they were! Emerald, the brightest shade of green. They twinkled as I stood gaping, embarrassing myself further. Blushing, I nodded and bent over slightly. Beautiful creatures like this were not supposed to be real.
"I would like to further introduce myself. I am Edward Masen. It is a pleasure meeting you, Miss Swan." He gently raised my hand to his mouth, his lips softly brushing against my skin. A tingling sensation crawled up my arm and through my fingers.
I just nodded and gave a small smile, trying to find my voice again.
After being led around by my mother and getting introduced to what must have been dozens of people, we approached a smaller room with only a few guests. Instantly I could tell these young ladies flawed out their wealth over others. Every conversation quietly dismissed as we drew near.
Beside me, Mrs. Masen introduced us. "As I hold your attention, I would like to introduce you all to Renee and Isabella Swan."
There was a low buzz of greetings to us, but one particular girl walked up and hugged me. Taken back, I stumbled and almost tripped. From behind, a pair of warm hands caught me by the waist.
"Alice, watch where you are going. You almost gave Isabella here a heart attack." The musical voice behind me chuckled. I wouldn't forget that voice to save my life.
Ignoring Edward, who dropped his hands from my waist, Alice smiled brightly at me. "Hello, Bella! Do you mind me calling you Bella? Oh, of course not, who am I kidding? Lovely name. I am Alice!"
I already liked her. Alice did not care what people thought of her. She was herself and herself alone. Being an individual is all a person has, and with rules, that is taken from us. She did not listen to the whispers the other girls murmured, or the stares of their mothers. I respected her for that.
Edward's voice interupted my daydreaming. "Isabella, this is Alice, my younger sister."
My eyes widened. As I looked at her more and more, I could see slight resemblances. Both of them had extremely pale skin, but all the lovely nevertheless. Edward must have gotten his height from his father, as Alice was short like Mrs. Masen. Her eyes were the same sparkling green, and her dark hair reached her chin. She did not have it up like most girls, but down in curls like her mother.
"It's a pleasure, Alice." I smiled, blushing as I took in the scene before me.
Every girl in the room was glaring at me, their eyes slanted. I do not know what was wrong with me. Confused, I looked down to make sure everything was fine. Nothing was different.
"Isabella?" I turned around to face Edward. "Would you take my hand in this dance?"
My mouth popped open slightly. "Oh, thank you for the offer. But I am less cordinated than a chair standing up on three of it's legs."
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "I suppose it is a good thing that I know how to dance."
I tilted my head sideways, smiling. "Very well then."
Taking my left hand, he glided me out to the center of the room. Soft music surrounded us, and conversations started up again. I gave him a soft smile as we twirled in a circle.
"I must say, Isabella. You look absolutely, stunningly beautiful tonight." He brushed one of his fingers across my hand lightly.
I could feel the blood rush to my face. "Why, thank you, Mr. Masen."
He laughed, and the sound was music to my ears. "Please, I insist for you to call me Edward. Mr. Masen is in another room down the hall."
I laughed with him. "Then in return, please call me Bella. Isabella makes me feel so old."
"It's a beautiful name, Bella. Fitting, for such a beautiful lady."
Our conversation flowed like this for hours. We never stopped dancing, and I soon let my shyness fall. I, of course was polite and acted like a lady, but Edward understood my point of views. He looked from that way, too. We had so much in common, so much to tell.
He had told me about his piano skills, and I told him I loved to sing. That had been something I never told anyone before, and it frightened me that this stranger was able to speak like we've known eachother for years.
I had only met this beautiful man today, what I am thinking? Then again, my mother and father only knew each other for a few weeks before getting married. Married? Oh lord, I pity myself. So naive and blind. He was obviously just being a gentleman for his mothers sake.
A familiar hand tapped my shoulder, cutting off my laugh. I glanced back, seeing my mother and Mrs. Masen, standing behind us, not bothering to hide their smiles. Alice stood off to the side, saying goodbye to the last person in the room. Had all the guests left?
Seeing the question in my eyes, Mrs. Masen answered for me. "Yes, all our guests have been gone for quite some time now. You and Edward were too occupied, so we did not fret to aware you."
My mother giggled, her joy radiating. "Isabella, we must get going, dear. Say your goodbyes and meet Elizabeth and myself near the door.
"Yes, mother." I whispered, turning around. I did not speak until they were out of hearing range. "They seem happy."
Edward's brilliant laugh filled the room. "Oh Bella, you do not see yourself clearly."
"My mother frets over that, telling me that same line quite often." I bit my lip, looking down.
His soft fingers brushed my chin, gently pushing my face up to look him in the eye."Miss Swan, will you do the honor of seeing me again? I don't want this to be our last goodbye."
I don't want any goodbyes.
My breath caught. Am I dreaming? Edward Masen wanted to see me again. Father is going to be exstatic! Oh, and mother is going to make me dance around with her when we get home. From the corner of my eye, I sensed someone watching. Peeking, I saw Alice standing there, giggling.
She sent me out of my daze, and I forced words out of my numb mouth. "It would be a pleasure, Edward Masen. Soon it is. Goodnight."
Turning around quickly, I walked as slow as I could. I didn't want this to be our goodbye. As I got further and further, my heart beat rose and peeked, beating hard under my sticky skin.
Before I rounded the corner, I peeked at him through the corner of my eye. He was standing there, watching me with a bemused smile upon his glorious face. Seeing me look, he nodded slightly and gave me a small wave. I only smiled, walking away.
My mother and Elizabeth stopped conversating as I came into view. They both smiled. "Just the person we were speaking of." I gave my mother a questioning glance.
"You and Edward are both attending the same school. He will escort you every morning." Elizabeth told me.
"He is also in the music organization." My mother chimed in.
I could feel my face heat up. Why were they so delighted about this. "Is that so?"
"Bella, I told you to never doubt me. We are going to be great friends." Alice squealed, hugging me from behind.
Her openness amazed me. Yes, I could easily see she was right. "Of course, Alice. I could never doubt such a person as you."
"I can also see the way my brother glances at you. Love." She murmured, and my face only became more red.
"Alice!" Elizabeth scolded her, yet a delicate smile placed her face.
"Yes, mother?" Her innocent face caused everyone to smile. She made everyone around her delighted. It was natural.
"Never mind, dear." Elizabeth shook her head, turning my way. "Isabella, thank you for joining us today. I hope to see you soon, you seem to be a wonderful lady."
I accepted her embracement, laughing quietly. "My oh my, it has been my pleasure to be here, Mrs. Masen."
A few more words were exchanged between Elizabeth and my mother, but they murmured softly with their back to me. Alice buzzed on about herself, and I easily got along with her. She seemed to be quite like me. Carefree. Neither of us enjoyed having to act like ladies and do as we were told, yet we did.
Once again, hugging goodbye, promising to see each other soon, my mother and myself strolled on home. Never did she stop speaking about Edward and I. Did they believe he would court me? Nonsense, Edward was too good for me. Such a nice fellow deserved someone as good as him.
While she zoned on and on, I blankly gazed at the setting sun. Never once did I stop thinking of the way his soft hand felt in mine.
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