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BPOV
All I could do was silently curse my father. He'd summoned for me and my mother, being the slight pushover that she was, sent me to him. I had no desire to leave my new home in America to go back to London. It held no interest for me and my father knew that well. I didn't know why he was so set on torturing me, but I begrudgingly agreed to go, though I didn't really have a choice. The boat ride over to London was positively wretched. I had no grace on the land. Water was no different. I rarely left my cabin for fear that I would horribly embarrass myself. I would sit there, day and night, reading by candle light. I was so relieved when I heard the whistle, signaling that we had reached land. I checked to make sure all of my things were gathered and opened my door. I paused and looked down to smooth out my dress. I walked out the door, with my head still down. I instantly regretted that decision. I ran into someone. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter. I slowly lifted my head. My eyes were met by another pair. We both stopped in our tracks. His green eyes bore into my heart the instant we met each other's gaze. I struggled with my words. "Excuse me. I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching---" He stopped me.
"The fault is entirely mine. I should have been more attentive. Please forgive me Miss----"
"Swan. Bella Swan. And you are forgiven, as long you in turn accept my apology."
"You have no reason to apologize, but I will gladly accept." A smile crept onto his face. I gasped. He was beautiful, perfect. I'd never seen anyone with that kind of beauty. I continued to stare at his angelic face. "Is there anything I can do for you Miss Swan?" The green-eyed angel spoke again. His voice was just as perfect as his face, soft and velvet, yet strong and rumbling. I began to feel dizzy and had to remind myself to breathe. "Miss Swan?" I was brought back into reality.
"Oh," I whispered as my cheeks got hot. "No thank you."
"Well then," he began, "I must be going. It was a pleasure to meet you. Goodbye Bella." When he said my name, my heart skipped a beat and then began thumping wildly in my chest. He chuckled. He must have heard my traitorous heart. He took my hand and delicately placed a kiss on it and then turned and walked away.
"Wait!" I called out, desperate to look into those eyes once more. The angel turned. "What's your name sir?"
"Me? Oh, I'm no one of consequence. I hope I see you again Bella Swan," and with that he disappeared. I was frozen in place. What could he possibly have meant? "No one of consequence." Anyone who made my heart act like so was someone of consequence. Never had I felt anything like I did when he looked at me. I didn't know what this emotion was. I shook my head and walked slowly off the boat, trying my best not to fall.
My father was waiting at the port. He welcomed me with open arms. I trudged over to him. I was determined not to enjoy myself and I wanted him to see that. He was forcing me to leave something I loved behind and come back to the one place I really hated.
A/N: I know it's a short start...but the idea just popped into my head and i couldn't let it get away. I promise it's gonna get better and I promise the next chapter will be much...much longer. Please give this story a chance. Review...
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