Rosalie's POV (Point Of View)
This party was getting tedius. For once in my life, I wasn't the center of attention, and, I'll admit, that irked me. I think that was part of the reason I thought the party was getting boring. Although, despite that fact, I had gotten a fair bit of attention. But not as much, or nearly enough. Attention was my drug, my craving, and I felt I deserved it. I had been blessed with beauty. I wasn't pretty, no, to me, to call me pretty would be an insult. I was stunningly borgeous. Beautiful. My parents and two younger brothers constantly told me so. Since I was twelve, I couldn't walk down the street without men staring at me - longingly - and their wives doing the same - enviously -. It thrilled me that I could have this effect on people, made me happy that I was my mothers favorite, that she was proud of me, and that my father wanted to buy me nice things and show me off. 'Yes, beautiful', I thought, 'is the only way to describe me'. I looked around the small room I was in, and at my friend, Vera, who was showing off her little baby boy. That was what the party was for, after all. Introducing the family as a whole, complete with a happy child. Her husband stood not to far behind her, talking to some men, but every so often, he would glance at Vera and her son with a look that I had seen evey day of my life since the day I turned twelve. Only it was different, more intense, stronger, almost tangible. He looked at her and his son with nothing but love in his gaze. Vera looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, but underneath the smile, I hid my true emotions. I felt a pang of annoyance, almost anger that Vera could have a son and a husband that loved her and house when I, Rosalie Hale, didn't have any of those things. I was better than her, richer, more beautiful, more deserving of thise things than Vera was. Jealousy, I realized, was what I was feeling. I was Jealous of Vera. I marvelled at the feeling. I was inconcivable that I would be jealous of anyone, let alone a friend. But I did. Though I was only eight-teen, I also wanted a husband that loved me, a nice house and little children of my own. I looked around. It was getting late, an excusable enough time to leave. I didn't want to stay, and the feeling of jealousy only grew in the pit of my stomach, twisting. I walked over to Vera, telling her I had to be home soon and that I was leaving. Vera smiled, inderstanding, and saying good bye. I left the house and began walking home, this time oblivious to the stares as I walked down the street. The new found feeling of jealousy, irrational as it was, kept me busy thinking. I wanted a family, and I wanted it now. When I got home, I went straight to my mother, needing to talk to her. "Mother?" I asked as I knocked on her door.
She was sitting at her desk, writing a letter.
"Yes dear, what ever is the matter?" She must have seen my troubled expression, the faint crease between my brows.
"Mother, am I going to get married soon?" My mother looked at me, clearly shocked that I would even ask.
"Rosalie, of course! You're beautiful, darling, why would you need to ask? Your father and I are just waiting for someone worthy of you. No need to worry"
I smiled. Her praise erased all traces of the jealousy I had felt before. Soon, I would have everything Vera did, and ten times more. I wouldn't be long until my Prince Charming arrived.
A/N: ok, yes, I totally made up the party, and I really hope I managed to stay in character. I am reading her story as I go along, so it will stick to what rosalie actually said, mostly. My first fan fic, all reviews welcome!! Thank you!