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Chapter one- Jasper Whitlock From A Glance
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of colour- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…Jasper sat back and looked at the harsh black letters he had produced on his new type writer, a gift from his adoptive mother Esme.
He leaned his back further into the wooden chair and took anougher drag from the cigarette he was holding in his hand. As the roughness of the tar hit the back of his throat, he exhaled, leaving a scent in the room that smelt of smoke, whiskey and a hint of vanilla. His eyes started to prick, and he realised it was probably because of the lack of clean air in the large, dark office.
He got up stretching his lean, muscular body and moved towards the curtains.
With one painful pull, he opened them and the light flooded in, caressing his skin like a million little diamonds, like the ones that hung of the necks of some of the prettiest girls in New York. As he opened the window and leaned out into the muggy breeze that was coming from the summer air, he listened, silence.
You would of thought this to be most odd to hear nothing but silence on a hot summer Sunday, but the truth was, most people were probably still in bed recovering from the night before.
The Richmond Dames Ball, had taken place that Saturday night, and everyone who was anyone had attended. This included Jasper and his family.
It was a boring night if he had to be honest. Yes, there were pretty girls there, and yes, he might have left the party with one or two girls on his arms, whom he had managed to get rid of before his family came home; but the truth was, none of the girls compared to Penelope Hayes.
Jasper had first moved to New York from South Texas at the age of seventeen after he was made an orphan, a family called the Cullen's took him in. Esme and Carlisle was a couple that could not have children of their own. After finding out this Esme sank into a deep depression and even tried to take her own life, which god forbid if that had got out round the fifth avenue uptown and the rest of New York City, there would have been scandal.
Fortunately Carlisle was a well-known and educated doctor, and took care of his wife without anyone needing to know, about this little incident.
A year ago, they adopted twins, Emmet and Alice Roberson, who were both sixteen at the time. Emmet and Alice couldn't of looked any more different than one anougher.
Emmet was large and well built. He could come across as arrogant and threatening from first sight, but then when you looked at him more closely you could see his angler shaped face and large brown puppy dog eyes (a gift both him, and Alice got from their mother), that when used wisely could get him anything he wanted. He had a head full of brown baby curls that hung round his ears and clung to the back of his neck.
Emmet also had a big heart and would do anything for anyone especially his little sister Alice who was only a few minuets younger. He was very out going and had a laugh that could be heard from miles of. He had been a bachelor on every girl's minds. That was until he got married to his wife Rosalie Hale. Her father owned a bank so they were very well off, while her mother stayed at home.
Rosalie could be classed as snobby and ditzy from first meeting, and yes she did carry a hint of snobbery about her, but she was certainly not ditzy. She was more into her horses and racing them. They all enjoyed her non-girly behaviour especially Emmet. She had long blonde hair and a body that could make any girl feel insecure, and it did.
She and Alice got along straight the way.
Alice unlike her brother was like a pint size pixy. She was small and slender, with short, black hair, and had a big personality just like her Emmet.
She would always be bouncing about, which would have been shunned on by most upper class people, but it was the fact that Alice always new how to throw the best parties and the most glamorous ball's around, and the fact she always had the most beautiful dresses, was what kept anyone from arguing with her. They all wanted to be Alice Roberson's close friend, the one to know all her inner most sinful secrets.
Alice was engaged to Edward Mayson, a tall lanky lad, with untidy bronze-coloured hair with topaz eyes. All the girls had tried it on with him, but none were ever good enough for Edward. He liked to keep to him self, and always had his head in a book.
His Father was pianist, and Edward had inherited his father's musical ability.
His Mother Elizabeth had sadly died also like Jaspers, of a fever, but when he was a young boy. Jasper had met Edward at a party and they became best friends. When Edward was invited to the Cullen's for a meal, he instantly connected with Alice and it took of from there.
Jasper could not help but sometimes feel jealous of seeing all these couples around him. It wasn't that he wasn't happy for them because he was, and it wasn't that he couldn't get a wife of his own because the minuet someone would mention the name Jasper Whitlock, all the girls ears pricked up. He was bulky and tall, with messy honey coloured hair with a fringe that swept over his for head. He had a habit, that when in an awkward situation; he would cover his face with his fringe so that nobody would see the blush rise across his face. He had quite a few scars over his body though. This was due to the fact that his Father was an alcoholic and abused is wife and son when Jasper was younger. His Father in the end had jumped of a bridge one foolish drunken night, or so they say he jumped. But Jasper had over heard the sheriff telling his mother that when they had pulled his body from the canal, they had found a number of fingerprints round his neck, and his body suggested some struggle. But an investigation never happened, no one cared for a middle class drunk.
No, but the reason Jasper did not have a wife yet was because he had not fallen in love with anyone suitable enough to his standards, and he simply could not mend his heart after Penelope Hayes had broke it. But who is this Penelope Hayes? You obviously don't get out much do you?