Author's note: This is my first fanfic ever! I thought it was about time I wrote my own fanfic, since I've been entertain with Twilight fanfics since I can't even remember. The first story I read was "The Lion and The Lamb", great story that was. Anyway, here's a story that has been in my noggin for quite sometime now, it probably won't make any sense right away, knowing that Bella is in 1918 at the beginning, but I promise it will make all sense once the story continues. I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
Summer 1918
It all began the summer of 1918, a strange and breathless time, when accident or fate, bring lives together...forever.
"Ouch." I groaned.
"You must suffer to be beautiful, so say the French," my mother said for the fourth time, while strapping me into a very frustrating corset.
"Well, the French are crazy," I said breathlessly. Who in their right mind would invent such a thing? Honestly, who?
"Ah,
there," my mother said in accomplishment. "Now put on
your dress and hurry, we do not want to be late meeting the Masens.
It's their son's special day."
"Special day
my---"
"Isabella Swan! That is not ladylike language." She said disapprovingly.
"Yes, mother," I sighed. "But don't forget mother, women are growing in society, and expressing their feelings whenever they want. It's 1918 for goodness sakes."
"Yes, yes. Now put on your dress." She demanded, leaving my room. She clearly didn't listen to a word I just said.
I put on the petticoat, corset cover, and drawers that my mother laid for me. Oh, and it did not stop there. I was also to wear a white chiffon dress with beads, trimmed in lace, and peach silk ribbons. It was a complicated affair to put on these days since the war was taking place and since I manage to fall on my face about every so often, it only made matters worse. I usually wore lighter dresses, but since today was such a special occasion (so my mother says), I had to look my best.