This is the same chapter one that I originally posted, only with a few changes for flow and character construction…sorry for any confusion!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT…No matter how much as I wish I did.

Hey Ya'll,

I'm back again and COMPLETELY EXCITED that this story is finally taking off

This one is dedicated to my 2 friends Mikaela and Bella. I've dedicated chapters to them in the past, but this is different considering this fic would not be here if it weren't for those two girls, and a day in music class some few years ago. I HEART YOU BOTH!

And finally, to all my readers; I hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed planning it and will definitely enjoy writing it….

CAN I BORROW YOUR HEART?

Chapter 1: Memories

BELLA'S POV:

December.

It was December.

For many I knew this month would spur old childhood memories of family and joy, and would lay the foundation for many more wondrous moments and memoirs.

Just the thought of it, Just its name, whispered in excitement; 'December!', would hold images of beautiful white wonderlands, and warm fireplaces that reminded people of home.

It's name would hold images of mistletoe, and snow angels, frantic last minute shopping sprees, and endless laughter.

It's name was forever burnt into my soul.

From that day forward, I knew I would never forget what December held for me. And what it took away from me- right beneath my nose.

December.

It was December.

As I stood in the bitter snow, my tears freezing on first contact with my cheek, I tried to convince myself that this was all a bad dream.

That the wooden casket before me was some horrible hallucination, and that the preacher had not been using past tense for the past half hour when he would mention my mother.

But the casket was not some hallucination.

And the preacher had been using past tense.

As I broke down in hysteric tears, and as the coffin was lowered, I swore I would no longer allow for December to hold images of snow angels or mistletoe for me, but that it would remind me of the last few moments I had shared with Renee instead.

That's what December would hold.

As I brushed away what felt like billions of hands from my shoulder, I walked forward. Though I felt weird, almost as though I was detached from my body, I was still aware of what I wished to do, and threw my roses- red because it had been Renee's favourite colour- into the casket sized hole in the ground.

The ironically white and crisp ground, with tufts of lush green grass poking through.

Then I turned and-

I jumped and slowly became aware of an incessant and impatient sounding bell sounding from somewhere around me.

As an extremely annoyed voice joined the bell, the memory of last December finally left my mind, and I found myself leaning on the front counter of my mother's beach side café.

Well, what had been my mother's beach side café. I still forgot sometimes- that Renee was dead.

By the tone of the lady who had been (and still was) ringing the bell, I had obviously been so caught up in my own gloomy memories that I was completely ignoring her.

My mind still a little foggy, I glanced up at her and placing a firm hand on top of hers to stop her from ringing that damn bell one more time, stared her straight in the eyes before interrupting her trill complaining with a sharp, "Yes?" of my own.

By the expression on her face she was taken aback by my response. Though she quickly recovered what seemed to be her naturally snobby demeanour and snatched her hand from beneath mine.

I instantly felt horrible for the way I had handled the situation- I wasn't usually so irritated-though to be completely honest my day had not been overly great so far.

I sighed heavily, and running a frustrating hand through my hair, smiled at her apologetically and said, "Sorry, I've had a pretty rough day. How can I help you?"

The blondes responding smile was stiff as iron and completely fake, "I need a table for two please. Oh, and two coffees. One a short black, and the other a de-caffeinated, skim, soy-milk latte." Without as much as a thank you she slammed a 10 dollar bill on the counter telling me to "keep the change.", and then walked towards a table that was in one of the far corners of the room.

I felt my smile slip and the grey clouds return suddenly over my head, and had to busy myself making the coffees the customer had ordered to save me from running out back and breaking down into hysterical tears.

As I picked up a pen and order-pad, I furrowed my brow in concentration as I tried to remember what exactly had just been ordered. "A short black and a caffeinated, full cream milk latte… I think." I muttered to myself.

As I turned on the machine and began grinding the coffee, smiled at a newly arrived customer, and called Angela from out back to serve them, I couldn't help but glance up at Little-Miss-Blonde-Snob over in the corner.

I had my reasons for being temperamental, but I couldn't help from wondering what exactly her reasons were for acting the way she had.

I continued to watch her as I worked, and was consequently able to notice the exact moment when her eyes locked on something near the entrance door and brightened.

Curious, I followed her line of sight and sucked in a sharp breathe at what I saw.

Walking towards her, brief case in hand, was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. Even from my distance I could see his green eyes sparkle with a bright playfulness that made my heart skip a beat. His strong, masculine jaw line contrasted perfectly with the way his hair fell boyishly into his eyes whenever he glanced around suddenly. He had the sleeves of his business suit rolled up to his elbows, so I was able to see the muscles of his tan arms flex and ripple from the weight of the case and books he was carrying. Though it wasn't just his striking features that made him so attractive. His demeanour- his outward confidence, added a whole new level to his good looks.

As he caught sight of the blonde at the far table, his expression became one of genuine happiness, as he smiled broadly.

Still starring at him I fumbled blindly for a coffee cup, but recoiled sharply with a loud gasp as my hand came into contact with the extremely hot milk flask that was sitting on the marble bench. I glanced down and grasping my hand in a futile effort to ease the white hot pain there, ran over to the basin to run my hand under some cold water.

When the throbbing had eased somewhat I quickly grabbed two coffee cups, placing one of them on the machine so it could slowly fill with decaffeinated coffee.

I watched the blonde woman wrap her arms around the handsome man tightly and my stomach dropped, as I suddenly became very aware of her intense, beauty and the sparkling diamond ring on her left hand.

I laughed dryly beneath my breathe, murmuring to myself, "Typical. All the good ones are not interested, gay, or taken."

I poured some frothed milk into the latte the blonde had ordered, whilst I waited for the rich coffee to fill the second cup which was now sitting on the machine.

When the coffee's were ready, I placed each cup on a saucer with a teaspoon, a tube of sugar, and one of our speciality shortbread biscuits. I grabbed a tray from beneath the bench and carefully placed each cup onto its textured surface. Then, lifting the tray so I could support its weight on my shoulder, I turned to walk out from behind the front counter.

Bumping the door with my hip so it would open, I focused all my attention on not slipping and balancing the tray accurately.

As I walked briskly yet carefully towards the table the beautiful blonde and her handsome partner were sitting at, I smiled at some more familiar customers, and mouthed polite words of waiting to those who were trying to attract my attention.

I was so distracted by my interactions that I happened to conveniently miss the melted chocolate ice cream puddle on the floor. I turned away from a particularly friendly customer I had just exchanged 'hellos' with only to loose my footing, throw my body and arms forward instinctively …

…and fall right into the lap of the very surprised man who I had so recently been gawking at.

I glanced up in panic to see the shocked look of the blonde's face turn into one of confusion and then pure anger. As she stood rigidly, placing her hands on her hips I realised what had made her so furious- her white designer suit (which hugged her voluptuous body perfectly, might I add) had been completely covered in the coffee she had ordered.

Oops.

In my complete shock and embarrassment, I had the sudden urge to laugh manically. Her face was covered in drops of coffee, the ends of her long, silky hair were tinged a light brown colour and her suit was splattered also. And to be completely honest I couldn't help but think she deserved it somewhat- after all she had acted like a bit of bitch earlier. To put it plainly that is.

As I was aware of my self control beginning to slip rapidly, the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly in my ear shocked me into action. I then realised-to my complete horror- that I was still sprawled on the lap of the young man, and murmured a quick apology before blushing furiously and standing up.

Pulling a handful of napkins from the table dispenser furiously I handed them to the irate woman before me, silently baffled by the fact that she still managed to look as gorgeous as ever, and began a tirade of apologies.

"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry! This really has not been my day- though of course this doesn't excuse what just happened. I'm sorry! It was an accident! Oh, I'll pay your for the suit- you can buy a new one! I know if it weren't for me you wouldn't have to buy a new one, but- oh God, I'm sorry!" I don't know how long I stood there, talking incessantly like an idiot, but I shut up as soon as the woman's ice cold gaze met mine.

I gulped audibly and whispered a small, "I really am sorry," just as her so far overly calm poise finally began to crack.

"You're sorry? Well, that's good to know!" she laughed breathlessly, though the sound came out sounding more like a threat to me then something that should calm my nerves. Taking a step towards me, she continued to talk, "Because that makes things easier. I won't have to threaten you nearly as much as I would if you were sympathetic. You will pay for this suit, and then you will pay for the coffee's I ordered- the one's you spilled on me? Actually, you will pay in general. I swear, you will-"

As tone got increasingly harsher and her voice louder, the man who was still sitting at the table, interjected softly, "Rosalie…" he murmured.

I assumed that was her name, and glancing up at her once more, spread my hands before me in a gesture of peace and tried to reason with her once more, "Rosalie? I am so-"

She glanced sharply down at my name tag before saying, "Isabella, is it? I don't give a crap, what you are! But I sure as hell know what you are going to do, and that is-"

"Rosalie!" the man's voice was still soft, but his tone was sharper, and he stood and placed a restraining hand on the woman's shoulder.

She turned towards him, a crazed look in her eyes. Though when she noticed who he was her expression seemed to soften a little and I hear her mutter an irritated, "What?"

He smiled softly, no doubt trying to soothe the woman he so obviously loved, and then whispered. "Why don't you go get yourself cleaned up? I'll take care of this."

She stood there for a long moment, staring him in the eyes, almost seeming to gauge if she could really trust him to deal with me. Finally, after giving a curt nod, she grabbed her bag from the back of her chair, gave me a glare that would challenge that of any teenage girl, and sauntered off towards the bathroom.

I glanced up at the man, and his look of openness and pure empathy. I found myself blushing a deep red once more, before I muttered a timid, "Sorry!" and rushed off towards the front counter.

I dashed through the space behind the bench before entering the kitchen and leaning against one of the walls there to regain myself away from prying eyes.

Shit! Shit! Shit! I thought my heart pounding.

I breathed deeply and closed my eyes tightly. I don't know why I had run from the man like I had, or what forces were against me, though I did know that what had just happened was a complete disaster.

Go figure.

"Bella?" I opened my eyes to see a confused and slightly worried looking Angela standing before me.

"Are you ok? You look a little flustered." She moved closer to me slowly and placed a hand on my arm comfortingly, "I know today's a hard day for you, but you know that if you need to talk to anyone, I'm always-"

"-Here for me." I finished for her, nodding in understanding. "I know." I placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed it, trying to express my gratefulness. I smiled softly, before sighing and saying "Thank you. But right now I have to go and- uh, clean up a mess." I rolled my eyes as Angela laughed, knowing that the mess I was talking about must have been something to do with my own clumsiness.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself I rounded the corner to stand behind the front counter once more and soon found my curiosity overruled the reason of my mind.

I couldn't help myself and glanced up inquisitively to see if the handsome man or Rosalie were anywhere to be seen in the partly crowded room.

I could not find them anywhere and hurriedly occupied myself with cleaning the coffee machine and loading the already bursting dishwasher (one of the cafes six).

I tried to distract myself from the irrational thoughts racing through my mind- how people were probably laughing at me, about how I had really done it this time- how people wouldn't come here anymore to be served by an uncoordinated idiot.

How I just knew that behind his mask of kindness, the tall and handsome man was most likely laughing at my hopelessness. How if my mother where here, she would be teasing me lightly for my clumsiness. How Renee wasn't here, and how ever since her death I had been a professional, paranoid and almost hollow shell of myself.

How I hated it…How I couldn't change it- change myself.

How. How. How.

Yeah, I tried to distract myself…and failed.

As I paused in my workings and leant against the cool bench to try and calm my racing mind and heart, I saw a faint shadow fall across the stone surface.

I glance up and had to bite my lip to stop myself from squeaking in shock.

He smiled slowly, almost cautiously, at me and I unexpectedly found myself smiling back.

Then, I noticed Rosalie standing behind him, her eyes as icy a blue as ever, and my grin fell with my gaze.

As I suddenly became very involved in straightening the multiple salt and pepper shakers on the counter so they were exactly parallel, I heard the couple exchange soft words of reason and farewell.

When the sound of Rosalie's heeled shoes resounded against the timber flooring I released the breath I had not even realised I had been holding.

I daren't glance up at the striking man before me for fear of dying of embarrassment right there and then; so I simply continued to shuffle the condiments on the bench top.

"You will have to forgive Rosalie, she has a tendency to…overreact sometimes." The sound of his smooth voice made me pause abruptly, and his enunciation of the word overreact highlighted his faint English accent.

The accent made me swoon (internally of course) and I instinctively looked up at him- cursing my lack of restraint.

His smile was boyish and playful and I laughed nervously, unsure of what I would say if I opened my mouth, not trusting myself to say it and not having the strength to excuse myself.

His smile widened a little, before he spoke once more, "It looks like she really got to you, huh?" he ran his hand through his hair in sudden frustration and looking me in the eyes said, "I really do apologise for my sister-in-law, she has quite a temper, I know, but she really does mean well. Even though it may be hard to believe!"

"Sister-in-law?" was the first thing that shot from my mouth.

Idiot, Bella. Absolute idiot. Could you be any more obvious?

A perplexed look crossed his face momentarily before realisation replaced it, "Oh you thought…?" he trailed off, laughing breathily. "Oh no. We're not- she's my- uh…well she's marrying my brother. I suppose that means that she isn't my sister-in-law just yet, but I've know Rosalie for so long I can't help but already consider her family."

I nodded furiously, saying weakly, "It's just she was wearing a ring."

I sighed, and taking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, took a moment to think of what exactly I wanted to say before I opened my mouth when my mind did not approve; "I'm sorry. It seems I keep making awful and embarrassing mistakes. I-" Before I could go any further, the sound of his melodic laughter made me halt in what I was saying.

Great! I thought instantly. He's laughing at me!

I glanced up at the smiling man before me and shook my head in a silent question. Smiling kindly he said, "Everybody makes mistakes," he glanced down at my name tag, "Isabella. And like I said Rosalie did overreact. As for you thinking we were married? Anyone could have assumed that- as a matter of fact many people do, we get it all the time!."

"Bella." My reply was instant and I shut my eyes tightly in frustration at myself, before opening them again and responding to his open expression, "Please, call me Bella."

He smiled and inclining his head said, "Of course, Bella." Then awareness dawned on his handsome face gradually as he shook his head before pointing in his direction and saying, "Edward. I'm Edward."

I smiled, trying to mask the relentless battering of my heart against my chest as his English accent thickened when he said his name, and whispered a, "Well thank you for your kindness, Edward."

He leaned forward to squeeze my hand reassuringly. However, as the spicy scent of his cologne along with the cool minty scent of his breathe reached me, the fuzzy corners of my mind were jolted brutally back to reality as the grey clouds of my subconscious returned.

I leaned back and slowly removed my hand from beneath his, and though I tried not to be, I was annoyingly aware of the way his smile drooped slightly. He murmured a soft "I'll see you around Bella," before gathering his books and briefcase from beside him and leaving via the same doors I had only just seen him enter through.

I sighed heavily and muttered to myself, "You're ruining your life, Bella. Constantly running from things that seem too hard, things that you could one day lose like you lost Renee. And you know it…" I paused and sighed in anger and pure misery, "Well, Good luck- God knows you'll probably need it ."

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I unlocked the door to my apartment and pulled off my coat as I stepped inside. The day had been reasonably cool, especially for Phoenix this time of year, and my body was susceptible to strong temperatures so I had decided to play it safe and keep warm.

I threw my mobile phone, car and café keys into the coloured glass and crystal encrusted bowl on the kitchen bench.

An odd rustling sound then came from the general direction of my bedroom and I paused instantly.

"Hello?" I called cautiously, my voice shaking a little. "Hello?" I repeated, this time more urgently. As an annoyed muttering joined the rustling I smiled knowingly and in relief. I had recognised the soprano voice, and moved towards my bedroom with confidence.

"Alice?" As I entered my room I had to instantly stop myself from gasping in horror at the sight before me; almost all of the cupboards and drawers were open and their contents had been either scattered around inside of them or spilled onto the carpet floor. I glanced briefly into my Ensuite and found it in a similar state.

Alice, my darling best friend, was standing in the middle of the whole mess.

"Alice?" I practically screamed her name at her in confusion and complete anger. "What the hell are you doing?"

She shrugged nonchalantly before beginning to rummage through the drawer that was closest to her, "Looking for something. How was your day?" she stopped suddenly and glanced up at me, her eyes widening as she remembered what exactly today was.

"Oh my Goodness, Bella!" She dropped the pile of underwear she had been holding and rushed towards me with open arms. Despite our height difference I always found her embrace comforting and hugged her back instinctively, forgetting my messy bedroom momentarily.

"How was your day? How are you feeling? Your fine, right? You should be fine! No, you should be better then fine-Renee would want you to be. It is her birthday after all-just consider it your gift to her."

I smiled sadly at Alice before lowering myself heavily onto my bed.

It was March 12- what would have been Renee's forty third birthday.

I stared down at my hands, attempting to ignore the pounding of my heart in my head and trying to delay my tears for a little while longer- I hadn't cried all day and I had no plans to break down now.

However as Alice sat beside me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, I lost all strength and collapsed into a fit of desperate sobs and uncontrollable tears.

I don't know how long we sat there like that, with me wrapped in the warm embrace of my best friend, but I eventually regained my composure and, pulling away, lifted a pair of worn out jeans from where they had been thrown onto my bed.

"Next time you decide to rip through my room like a tornado, do me a favour and spare my favourites? You know I love these jeans, handling them with a little more care wouldn't kill you."

"Well if you ask me, those jeans have been over loved. And since when do you care about fashion?"

I sighed and finally smiling said, "Just because I show no specific interest in fashion itself, does not mean I have no sense of self or style and don't care for my belongings."

Alice rolled her eyes mockingly at me and I shoved her playfully in return.

We both laughed momentarily, before stopping and glancing around the room simultaneously. It was clear we were both thinking the same thing; How the hell are we going to clean this up?

I groaned loudly and stood stiffly to begin sorting through the items of clothing and personal belongings that had been thrown astray.

As Alice joined me silently she finally decided to explain the colossal mess, "Remember the curling iron you stole from me a while back because I had pissed you off?"

I nodded and laughed in disbelief as I realised where she was headed, "You're joking me right? You came storming in here when I wasn't home, completely trashed my room, and got caught in the act, just to find a curling iron I took from you? Alice…" I trailed off; laughing again and she paused to face me with her hands on her hips.

"Well it isn't my fault you decided to steal it and then forget all about it! I need it, you know." She said.

"One, it was completely your fault- sorting through my cupboard without asking permission to, not much different to right now actually. And two, I didn't steal it! I just took it when you weren't looking. There is a difference. And I can't see what you need it for, not after you bought that new one." I picked up a pile of neatly folded t-shirts and placed them in the chest beside my bed.

Alice feigned horror before saying, "You can never replace something old with something new! A new memory doesn't replace and old one! Me and that curling iron were like this!" she raised her right hand and crossed her middle and forefinger to display her point, and I had to bite my lip to stop me from laughing again.

I lifted my hands in surrender and backed slowly towards a large cupboard in the far corner of the room. The heavy wooden door creaked as I opened it and the coat hangers tapped against each other as I parted them.

I leant forward, and lifting a lose board from the base of the cupboard, pulled the beauty appliance from the hidden compartment.

Quickly replacing the board and closing the cupboard before Alice could discover my secret hiding place, I turned to her and held out the curling iron as a peace offering.

She threw her hands up in incredulity and muttered, "Typical. I look in the cupboard and find nothing. Bella looks in the cupboard and finds the freaking hidden treasure!"

I smiled softly to myself and handed Alice the curling iron. Then, placing my hand on her forearm, I said, "Go back next door to your apartment, and get ready. I'll clean this up- I'll probably be faster on my own, and I'll call you when I'm about to set up."

She nodded in agreement as I spoke, and picking up her bag from where it had been placed beside my bed, turned to leave.

Nevertheless, as she reached the door frame she turned and asked, "Are you sure you're ok?"

I nodded slowly and said, "I'm peachy. Much better then I was before though. Thank you by the way- I think I needed a little Alice Cullen drama to lighten my mood."

She poked her tongue out at me before laughing and walking out the door.

When I heard my front door close with a loud click, I turned to assess the sight before me-there was a lot left to sort out and my temples begun to throb as a headache slowly begun to announce it's presence.

I walked slowly into my bathroom and turned on the faucet to run some cool water over my face-it would seem I had been right about the crying; it really didn't do me any good!

Leaning heavily on the front of the vanity I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and couldn't help but compare my appearance to that of Rosalie's earlier that day.

In contrast to her bright blue eyes, my deep chocolate eyes seemed boring and dull. My long and rich mahogany hair fell way past my shoulders in a knotted mass- I had been so occupied with work and my radical emotions that I hadn't washed it for a while. My creamy complexion made me appear tired and ghostlike, and the only evidence that I wasn't the living dead was the light flush that seemed to constantly brush my distinct cheek bones.

Where Rosalie was beautiful I was plausibly ordinary, and I knew I could never stand a chance with any reasonable man.

Closing the faucet, I crossed my arms across my chest and breathed deeply. Speaking to no one in particular I said, "Bella get a grip! You have just under a hour and a half to clean up this mess, have a shower, get dressed, and prepare the food and movies for tonight." I laughed, though the sound had no humour in it, "No pressure."

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"Hey, come on in!" I called from the kitchen as I poured some potato chips into a large glass bowl.

Alice held the door open as her boyfriend Japer, Angela and her boyfriend Ben, and our friends Lauren, Jessica, Mike and Tyler filed into my apartment.

It was Friday and that meant movie night- it was a tradition. Every week it was held at a different person's house, and tonight it happened to be at mine.

I was a little hesitant at first, knowing that today may have been a difficult time for me to host a gathering. But after I thought about it a little more, I realised it was the perfect distraction and that my friends were sure to make me feel somewhat happier.

I smiled broadly and greeted everyone individually. I received a few reassuring hugs and whispered condolences, all which made me all the more grateful I had decided to follow through with tonight- I definitely needed the company.

Once everyone was settled in, the boys arguing loudly about which gridiron team was the best and the girls catching up on all they had missed in the past week, I placed cups and jugs of drink on the coffee table before ripping over a packet of Fantales.

I picked one of the wrapped chocolates from the package without looking- it was our way of deciding who picked the movie for the night, the boys or the girls.

The night's host would read the biography of a famous person from the back of the fantale, and the gender to answer correctly got to choose their desired movie.

I popped the Fantale in my mouth and read the back of the wrapper leisurely. I smiled to myself, knowing that with Alice on their side the girls had already won.

I waved the small wrapper around and tried to get everyone's attention, "Guys…" I paused, and when everyone still continued to talk I tried again, "Guys!" all the men instantly turned to look at me and I rolled my eyes before adding, "And girls!" which granted me the attention of my girlfriends.

I held up the wrapper, "Are you ready? Ok, here goes. I was born on the 2nd of May, 1955 in the Italian city of Reggio di Calabria. Due to my closeness with my brother, I was plunged into the fashion industry and have remained there every since. I-"

"-Donatella Versace!" Alice's shrill yet excited cry burst through the silent room and I smiled in victory as I nodded at her.

As the girls shared hi-fives and exclaims of excitement, the boys (all for Jasper) accused Alice of cheating.

"Sorry boys," Alice said, kissing Jasper on the cheek fondly, "You snooze you lose!"

As Angela, Alice, Lauren and Jessica discussed what movie to watch I pulled some spare pillows and blankets from my hallway cupboard and threw them on the couch.

When the girls had finally decided on what film they wished to watch and called me over to sit beside them, I turned off the lights and joined everyone in waiting for Alice to start the DVD.

As the opening credits faded on and off the screen, I turned to Angela and whispered, "What did you girls chose?"

She turned towards me, and even in the dark I could see her smiling mischievously. "Titanic." She said and I laughed quietly, which earned me a hard shove in the ribs from Alice.

"Poor boys!" I said to Angela, before turning to Alice and saying, "You know I used to watch this with Renee all the time. Why did you…?" I trailed off as I had the sudden urge to cry and Alice squeezed my hand before saying, "Because you can't let yourself forget her –she'd be heartbroken. Besides Leonardo di Caprio is so amazing! You know, if here weren't so old and boring now, I think you and him would make a perfect couple!"

Now it was my turn to shove her, "No…" I whispered. "He always belonged to Renee- she loved him."

That was the last thing I said before silence fell across the room and we lost ourselves in a story of love and loss.

A story quite similar to my own actually.

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There's chapter 1!

I was so nervous posting this because I didn't know what you would all think of it…but it's up now so I suppose I just have to wait and see! :D

In regards to the Fantale chocolate's Bella mentions, I think they might only be an Australian chocolate…will post details and images of them in my profile for those of you who do not know what they are.

Life's VERY busy right now, so I will update when I can. Though either way, I would really appreciate hearing all your first thoughts and opinions, so PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE give this story a good beginning and REVIEW!

All my love,

Krissy

Heart of Diamonds