Prologue: Perfect Exchange Bella POV

People can talk about bad days all that they want but this is the one day my life went to hell. And this wasn't some bad hair day, or the day after a party with a raging hangover like some of the bitches I go to school with would tell you was a bad day. No this was actually bad like life threatening bad. I guess I should have known not to get involved but that's me. I'm a danger magnet to myself and everyone else around me.

It all happened on Wednesday, I have seen some pretty shady characters coming into the restaurant but I never expected that they would be after me. I must have been so clueless to not have noticed that they were watching me.

"UGGGHHH, I'M SO STUPID!" I exclaimed as I tried to get out of the restraints again, but it was fruitless and I knew it.

ONE WEEK BEFORE:

I turned when I heard the bell on the front door of "Bella Italia" chime. I approached a group of intimidating men wearing dark suits.

"Welcome to Bella Italia, please follow me so I can seat you." I said in a sickeningly chipper voice. As if I actually wanted to be here. NOT! I was just working here until I could get enough money to go live on my own. But even then I would be miserable I was a single 20 year old woman, who went to Night School College every other day. I wasn't pretty, but I wasn't ugly, I was average. Who was I kidding? No one would want me anyway although I wish I could get my paws on one of them. My annoying inner monologue ended as one of the men asked me to seat them in the back.

"Yes sir, right this way."

After the men were seated I walked to the back to go find Rosalie. She was gorgeous and I didn't understand why she worked in a hell hole like this when she could be out doing so much more but I guess I can't be one to judge. But I couldn't find her. Of course. Just my luck that I would have to go serve these guys… like I said I HATE MY LIFE!

"My name is Bella and I will be your waitress for the night, can I get you boys anything?"

One of the men looked at me seemingly annoyed with my presence.

"Just three waters please."

I walked to the back and got their drinks. They didn't order anything else but a large salad but I noticed throughout the night they seemed to canvas or observe the area very peculiarly, like they were trying to memorize the area. Whatever only a few more hours till I got to go home and dream about Edward Cullen, the gorgeous man who came in every day at the same time, that I had taken a liking to.