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EPOV
It was the summer of 1915 and as the hot weather converged on me. I contemplated when I would eventually find my love. I mean yes there have been days when my mother would set up tea in the back garden and invite over 'suitable women.' She liked to think I would get married soon to a woman in particular. However I expressed my distaste to her and she let it be. I was only fifteen soon to be sixteen; however this was normal that boys my age should start 'the hunt' for a suitable wife and be married off. It was traditional. What every mother wanted for her son. There was a new girl in town. My guess is that mother would invite her over for tea but she would be just like the rest of them. Only wanting me because I am rich and 'the local catch' as Marilyn once put it.
"Edward. Come here please" Mother was calling through the open window
"Coming mother!" I replied. What she wanted was probably to tell me the new girl was coming round.
"Edward I have invited the new girl, Isabella over for tea in the garden. I would like you to look acceptable. I am going to set up tea in the garden and you shall go get into your suit. She is Dr Carlisle Cullen's niece"
Carlisle Cullen had a niece? My heart leapt. He was such a nice man and brought up the right way. If his niece was brought up the same way then she would be perfect. What am I saying? All women from around here were the same. She wasn't from around here though. I rushed upstairs and pulled out my best suit. It was traditionally black and fitted me perfectly. I walk down stairs and right into my mother. I caught her before she hit the floor.
"Oh Edward! You look… Wonderful!" She beamed. I loved to see her smile. She looked like a child on Christmas morn when she smiled. Father said so himself.
Father stepped through the door and engulfed my mother in a hug and a kiss. She giggled when he gawped at my attire.
"Oh Eddie. She got another woman coming over for tea?" I mean yes I looked formal but then again I wore suits everyday. Not quite as formal I must say.
"Yes father. It's the new girl Isabella Cullen. Dr Cullen's niece." He smiled as I said her name.
"Ah yes. Lovely girl. I met her when I dropped by the Cullen's today. She was very hospitable. Oh Elizabeth. Esme wanted to know if you would visit her for tea this week. She knows you've been rushed off your feet." He gave her a knowing look and waited for her response.
"Of course. I shall drop her a note." With that mother rushed off and father proceeded to look at me.
"Edward. This girl, Isabella, she is different. Be gentle with her feelings. She lost her parents a couple of year's back which is why she moved at the request of Carlisle. She lived in London before. She has a lovely English accent. Ah well she shall be arriving soon. I want you to sit at the garden table and when she arrives I shall take her coat and lead her through. You are to stand when she makes herself present."
I had done this routine thousands of time. If my mother had her way I would the entire female population in Chicago over for tea. I sighed and answered
"But of course father" He waved his hands and I walked to the table. I sat down and gazed absentmindedly at the flowers in the middle. I heard a timid knock at the door. My father opened the door slowly and I heard him speak.
"Hello, I'm Anthony Masen I am pleasured to be having you in our household today. This is my wife Elizabeth Masen" She stuck out her hand and Isabella took it. She curtsied and I noticed her brown eyes, the color of chocolate. They were beautiful. She was not overly tall either. Just the right height.
"Oh Isabella such a pleasure to meet you. Such a pretty dress." My mother sighed. My mother was right. It was deep blue and reached the floor. It was form fitting not like all those girls who wore big puffy dresses in pinks and yellows. She blushed deeply and it set of her alabaster skin perfectly. I heard her voice ad it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. Her English accent made her sound a perfect bell like voice.
"Why thank you Mrs. Masen. And it is such a pleasure to be here Mr. Masen. I'm Isabella Cullen; I am delighted to finally meet you both properly. Mrs. Masen the dress was from England I had quite a few shipped over. Some of them have never been worn." She blushed again and my heart leapt. My father spoke up then.
"Miss Cullen Please call us Anthony and Elizabeth. We would like you to feel at home" She smiled a little at this and answered.
"Okay Anthony I shall call you by your first name if you call me by mine. Isabella!" She giggled and my parents laughed. She had wit and she was funny. My parents loved her I could tell by their delighted smiles. But I was bewildered. She had made my parents laugh! Something I had trouble with!
"Oh alright Isabella. Would you please step forwards and meet Edward?"
"Yes" was all she said. But she said it with so much passion that I nearly doubled over. She walked in and I took in her full beauty. She had brown hair that was let down in light curls across her back. She had no make up on but she didn't need it. She had full lips that were a rosy color, the bow arching perfectly. Her chocolate orbs gazed at my face and she blushed deep red. Her skin was the color of alabaster and it was set of nicely by the blue dress she wore. She dipped her head in a part curtsy and spoke.
"Master Masen pleased to meet you. I am Isabella Cullen." When she spoke I actually think I melted.
"Hello Miss Cullen the pleasure is all mine. I am Edward Masen" She blushed again and I stroked her cheek. This only served to make her blush harder. My father looked at my mother and they exchanged excited smiles. I knew what they were thinking and they were right. I had found the one. My heart felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest and Engulf Isabella in a wave of kisses. I helped her into her seat and started to converse with her.
"So, Isabella I hear you moved from England. I was wondering what England was like."
"Well, Edward England is full of distraught at the moment what with the war. However it is such a lovely place and especially in the spring. I miss England so much but there are so many adventures to have in this world. Mine I say are starting here in Chicago" I gazed in awe at her explanation and started pouring the tea. I didn't particularly like pouring tea but it had to be done. She took a sip of her tea and smiled.
"So Edward I hear from your mother that you are into music, the piano especially" I loved the piano and had even learnt all the Debussy pieces just so that I could play them one after the other.
"Why yes Isabella. I adore the piano. We have a grand ebony piano in the library and I just sit there and play for hours! Do you play?" I asked. I had never found any of these women to play the piano or for that matter share my love of music. My face fell. Isabella wouldn't like the piano she would be more of a dancer. As if she had read my mind she answered.
"I never really had time for dancing other than Ballet. However I also adore the piano. Carlisle installed a piano just so I could play. The others, Emmet and Alice don't play. The prefer dance. I once even learnt all the Debussy pieces just so that I could play them one after the other." She exclaimed and I laughed and she gazed in wonderment.
"Just a little funny that's all. I did the same. Debussy is my favourite" She giggled. It was a beautiful sound and I found myself laughing with her. I could see in the background my mother spying through the kitchen window.
"Isabella? Would you like to have a walk around the gardens with me?" She gave me a nervous glance. Of course she didn't want to. I should have known. She looked at my face and saw something there. She smiled up at me showing off her pearly white teeth.
"Why of course Edward. I do love looking around gardens. Especially in the spring" She gazed over at the grassy area and smiled. I stood up and helped her out of her seat. We walked into the gardens and she linked arms with me. The contact gave me a dozen bolts of electric shock. It was amazing. She was amazing. I wanted to feel her next to me. To wake up and feel her sweet breath every morning as she lay next to me. It would just be the best feeling ever.
"Oh its beautiful!" She exclaimed.
I had taken her to one of my mothers favourite parts of the garden. It was layered in fressia's and lilies.
"So you like it do you?" She nodded and turned to face me her cheeks glowing crimson. I gazed into those beautiful chocolate brown orbs and she gazed into my green eyes. Silly I thought. We'd only met a few moments ago but we were already in love. It was mad so to speak. But I absolutley adored her. My mother who was still gazing out the window at us gave me an approving glance. I liked her and she was starting to see that.
"Oh Edward is that the time? I am so sorry I must be leaving. Carlisle wanted me home before dark so I do not have to walk very far you see" She spluttered and I gave her a kind look.
"Isabella. Its okay. I'll walk you home. Nothing will happen to you." I walked ehr back to the house and muttered some words to my mother.
"Okay Edward Anthony Masen I expect you home straight after" She galnced at Isabella before continuing her mini monolouge.
"You will not be going to the pub. You will walk Isabelola home and come straight back. Isabella it was so lovely to meet you. Will you be coming around more often for tea?" She glanced in my direction and I gave her a small nod.
"Oh why I would love to Elizabeth. Oh and Esme sends her regards. Thank you for gracing me with your company."
"No thank you!" My mother squealed and she let us leave.
"So Isabella?" I questioned
"Edward" She replied curtly.
"Well I wanted to know more about you. I mean you've heard so much about me."
"Oh well. I was born in 1901 in London England. When I was seven my uncle Carlisle and for all intense of purposes my father moved out to America. There is something about him I cannot tell you but I wish I could. My sister Alice, well adopted sister. Anyway shes so lovely and she loves shopping. We once took a months shopping vacation in Paris. Rosalie Hale came with us. Rosalie is being courted by my adopted brtoehr Emmet. She said she would never find a man out there as good for her as emmet was. He can give her what she wants. Jasper Whitlock is courting Alice and she feels it nessecary to bring him along on our shopping trips making me the chaperone and the only sensible person there. Carlisle has been in love with Esme ever since he first saw her and he asked for her hand in 1897. Four years before I was born. I can play the piano and the flute. My mother thought it was nessecary to get me singing lessons too. I cook. I learnt whilst in Paris with Alice. I learnt from Marco Pierre himself. I am now living here in Chicago after losing my parents in a bomb attack on Londons tube stations. They just flooded and my parents died." She sniffed. I had heard about this it was posted in the paper.
"I had heard I am so sorry Isabella. Oh I must say goodbye sweet Isabella. You have captivated me with your wonderus beauty. Goodnight fair sweet girl!" She blushed and mumbled goodnight befofre hugging me and rushing inside. Carlisle signaled his thanks with a nod nd shut the door. I reached my own house in record time and shrugged my coat off. My mother rushed into the hall. My father at her side. They both looked happy enough to cry it was amazing. I stared at them in bewilderment and my mother spoke.
"Edward. How was it, is this it is she the one?" My mothenew exactly what to say. All thoughts of Isabella came flooding to the front of my mind. Her beautiful eyes, hair mouth, skin...
"Oh mother. It was just wonderful, marvelous. Shes marvelous"
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