Prologue
What if I told you Emmett had another love? A love he had before and after he turned into a vampire? One that Rosalie never knew about. You wouldn't believe me would you? Well, she's me. This is my story. My story of just wanting to love a boy who loved me just as equally. His name: Emmett McCarty. Mine: Elizabeth Browning. And this is our twilight.
I stood up; picking the last flower weed that remained on our lawn. The cold breeze caught it and a pedal came off. I watched it fly into the air, my hair trying to catch it like claws. The pedal went across the yard and flew over to the boy next door. He was a handsome chiseled boy. Curly hair, beautiful midnight blue eyes. He whipped the pedal off his sticky for head. He had been running around with his little brother again. I could tell by the dirt marks left on his knees and elbows.
He looked up to see me and smiled. I bit my lip and looked down, feeling my face turn a slight pink. I didn't notice him begin to walk towards me.
"Ms. Browning."
"Mr. McCarty." He leaned against the fence that separated us. He smiled again hearing my voice.
"How are you doing these days?"
"Mother is taking me into town tomorrow. It's my debut**." He looked shocked and his eyebrows went up a little.
"Really? A debut. Congradulations. I hope you uhm, find a suitable husband." He then smirked. I giggled to myself. I then heard my mother's voice calling me in.
"I hope to see you there Mr. McCarty." His jaw dropped at my not-so-subtle hint. I then turned and walked towards my house, sticking the flower behind my ear.
** a debut is something that women used to do when they turned 18 where they would find a suitable husband. It was there 'debut into society'.