Cinderbella
Author's Note- Yes, this story is like it sounds.
A Twilight version of Cinderella. But a few tweeks along the way. Bella's mother and father were finalizing the seperation after Charlie got remarried to Maryanne Reeves, who has two daughters Bella's age- Tanya and Irina, and moved to Volterra, Italy. While Charlie was visiting Renee in Jacksonville, and accident occured and they were killed. So now Bella, or should I say, Cinderbella, is still living in Italy with her Stepmother, and being mistreated as well. But what happens when all maidens are invited to the Volterra ball in honor of the Volturi's prince Edward, who may I mention is the only single prince left who is searching for a bride that night. What will happen? RXR.
Chapter One- First Sight
BPOV
I was running through the marketplace carrying many boxes and bags filled with unneccisarry accessories. 4 hats, 2 pairs of gloves, 6 necklaces, 4 bracelets, 5 pairs of earrings, 6 pairs of shoes and still counting. And me being the clumsy person I am didn't help the fact. Once again, I tripped over my own feet. All the boxes and bags scattered everywhere. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my Stepmother in a nearby shoe shop looking out the window laughing, and caught the words from the clerk "... she need help?" and the responce from my Stepmother "Haha, no! She'll be in need of no help." Always kind, my stepmother. Charming woman.
By this time, I had retrieved my Stepfamily's items. I leaned up against the shoe store's wall and looked around the frollicking town. Beside me, there were a man and a woman smiling and socializing. He reached down on the opposite side of him to retrieve something- a flower. He took her hand and placed it there. She smiled wide as her lover leaned in to kiss her cheek. I found myself smiling at the sight. I looked forward past all the fruit carts and flower carts that were in bloom. Near the fountain sat a young woman reading a book- Wuthering Heights, my favorate. Seconds past without notice until another young person pulled her to her feet, a young man. He grabbed her waist and lifted her into the air and spun her in the air, smiling up at his own personal angel. She had dropped her book but obviously didn't mind since her smile became wider as she decended, landing on her feet and into his chest. She looked up and stood on the tip of her toes to lean in and kiss her lover. He kissed her back and then reached for her book and placed it in her hands. I smiled at this and looked away. It will happen, I told myself, It will happen to you one day.
I told myself-
It will happen one day,
the day when the sky appears,
when the whole world arrives into my arms,
that will be the day.
But when is that day...
The day when he arrives in my life,
like a comet shooting through the sky,
A one in a million days,
when love arrives.
But when will it arrive...
It will come with open arms,
and greet me with a smile,
and hold me close,
and never let me go,
when love comes...
if it comes...
to me...
I awoke from my daydream with a start when my Stepmother was calling my name.
"Bella! Bella!! We're moving on. Are you planning on joining us?" she asked.
"You are... asking me to... join you?" I was surprised. It was a question that sounded of choice. She must have mistaken me with someone else.
"Well of course, my dear. We will need your open arms to hold our items. Haha." She tossed another bag onto the pile. Yes, I mused, open arms.
EPOV
I wandered around the stone pathways as if I was free to do it. Ha, I laughed. I may own the pathways and streets, but am sure not free to walk them. The stone streets were covered with shadows of the stores, plus I was informed of the weather earlier- a 100 Alice-seen chance of rain at exactally 12:41. I looked at the clock- 12:39. Any moment now. I looked at all the people frateranizing on the street. A puppet show of the Cullen family was showing on the northern road, leading toward the palace. I scoffed at the puppets. They were all too real, Alice's pink and black sequence dress and Emmett's bulk. I turned toward the southern route. The road lead toward the fountain and clocktower in the marketplace. The road was also covered by a shadow of a shop, a bakery by the look. I walked, smiling. I passed a couple on a bench. The woman held a single flower-a white rose. A simbol of simplicity and peace. She was inches away from her man, touching noses, staring into each others eyes seeing things no other person could possibly see. I kept walking. Farther down, a man and a woman was dancing in front of the fountain, as if they were at a ball and there was no one else in the world. They were dancing even without music or a dance floor. Nothing. All they needed was each other. Down near their feet sat a book, which title I read as I passed- Wuthering Heights. I no longer had to stay in the shadows. Just like Alice had promiced, a stormcloud rolled over the sun, creating a grayer atmosphere. In fear of the rain, the couple dancing grabbed the book and ran toward the nearest shop in search of cover, holding hands all the way. It will happen, I thought, a love I will never forget.
Three women scurried across the courtyard, searching for cover. "Come, Isabella! Come girl!" they called, but they thought much meaner things such as "That worthless wrench. Why doesn't she just bring them to us, not delay us. My hands are obviously too full," they thought, although all they carried was a small handbag. They ran into a hat shop down the road, while a single women ran forward to catch up. The rain had started now, making the ground slick. The girl was carrying many bags and boxes, so many, in fact, that I doubted she could see her feet, so it must have surprised her when she slipped and fell flat onto the ground face forward, scattering all her belongings across the courtyard. She lifted her head to look, and in defeat, set her head back onto the ground, too tired to move. I rushed toward her and started to pick up her items, not once able to look at her face. When I had collected everything, I set them in a neat order near her head and bent down to her. I listened for her thoughts- nothing. Was she not thinking? Why is it that I could not hear her?
I gently touched her back to see wheather if she was unconcious. She shook a bit, probably from the coldness and hardness of my skin. Her hair was a dark brown color with gentle waves down her back. I took her arm and gently lifted her up so she was standing. She finally opened her beautiful brown eyes. Her face was a beautiful albino tanned color with soft rosey cheeks. As soon as she looked at me, I knew it was probably a bad idea to come here. But, for some odd reason, I could not move. Her scent. Her beautiful scent. She smelt of ... of... there was no other scent like it. It smelt of a floral scent, too fragrant to be duplicated. She opened her mouth to speak, but it came out in a whisper,"Hello."
