Hello everyone!
This is my second twi fic, the first one is an Alice/Jasper one which i wrote about a year ago. Just to clear up any misunderstandings, this is set in the past (if it isn't obvious), and is a Bella/Edwards fic.
Well then enjoy, and remember to review at the end!
Bella frantically started to pull out the sharp grips pinning back her soft brown hair, trying to bite back tears. How could Lady Rosalie have said that to her? Bella had only been at court for two days; hardly enough to have done anything to warrant that kind of planned embarrassment. She tugged out another grip, allowing long strands of hair to cascade over her shoulders and hide the delicate jeweled cross that hung beneath her pale collarbones.
Her hair sufficiently destroyed, she started to work on her dress, shrugging out of the red embroidered gown that she had begged and begged her parents to buy for so long. She didn't even regret her decision to leave the ball half way through – all she wanted to do now was to soak away her frustration in a warm bath and try to forget the mortification. Her eyes started to burn, and little choked back sobs escaped from her painted mouth as she futilely tried to undo her corset. Arms aching from the stretch, she pulled on the intricate ribbon for another minute, but to no avail.
'A-Alice!' She aimed for a normal voice, but the sound that came out was cracked and verged on hysteria. Tears escaped from her eyes, much to her horror, and dripped down her blushed cheeks just as the maid walked in.
Alice's eyes grew wide as she took in her Lady, and she scurried over, embracing Bella in an unexpected hug. It was crucial nobody found out about their informal, friendly relationship or Bella's father would fire her immediately, but in this case it was worth the risk to provide a bit of comfort for her friend.
'Miss Bella, what's wrong?' Alice murmured gently into the top of Bella's head, sounding concerned.
Bella didn't answer the question, but shook her head instead. 'Please help me out of the corset. I just need a bath.' Embarrassed, she wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands, willing the tears to stop as Alice hurriedly stepped behind her to start undoing the knots that she had accidentally created. Bella just stood there, willing herself not to cry. The words kept echoing in her mind like a broken record.
'We all know the only reason you're here is to get into Jacob's breeches, you dirty little slut.'
Finally, Alice was able to unlace the corset, and pull the rest of Bella's clothes off her, leading her kindly to the steamy porcelain tub. She tentatively dipped in a slim foot, before judging it a suitable temperature and following suit with her body. Alice drew the flimsy lace curtain across, thinking it would be best to give her Lady some space. As Bella's body acclimatized to the temperature, she found herself replaying the evening's events in her mind, trying to work out what she had done so wrong.
Bella and Alice stepped out of the carriage, quite thankful to be out of the small jolting space and finally be able to walk on solid ground. They were acting as proper maid and Lady here, as Bella's father was due to meet them inside the manor – their whispered expectations had come to an abrupt halt the same time as the carriage had.
Bella's dress was a creamy blue, encrusted with tiny sapphires and pearls which each individually reflected the sunlight, and her trademark silver cross dipped low into the neckline – she looked beautiful, and the only indication of traveling miles to London was the barely noticeable grey beneath her eyes.
They had come to the King's court in the hope of Bella finding a suitable (meaning rich) husband to wed– her father was looking forward to the dowry he would receive and was eager to relieve himself of his seventeen year old daughter. Bella's position was not exactly low: her father was looked on in high regard in court, and their had been rumors of a certain Lord James, a sixty something extremely wealthy old man, taking an interest in a portrait of Bella – the reason why only now they had undertaken the journey.
Bella had breathlessly walked up the never ending gravel path to the huge house itself, trying to take in the beauty of the gardens and front of the manor, but failing miserably – the land was just too spacious to get a feel for with only one glance. They had been given a room, and Alice had unpacked her chests, while Bella lounged on the bed reading a book, the two of them discussing what to wear for the upcoming ball.
Light lit up the vast expanse, a million lamps glowing like stars dotting the walls and ceiling. The décor was rich, extravagant and seemed to scream 'I cost thousands and I don't care.' The whole place reeked of wealth and upper class, with delicate food and infinitive drink available. Music flowed freely, caressing the vivid onlookers of the dancing, the musicians being paid more for this night than they would earn in a year. Ladies twirled on the marble dance floor, fabric of every texture, colour and pattern billowing out like sails on a ship, supported by tuxedo outfitted men as they danced for what seemed like hours.
Unbeknownst to her, Bella herself had caught the eyes of more than a few males, her beautiful intricate updo and smooth pale skin complimenting her deep red ball gown. All in all, the King certainly knew how to throw a ball. Bella had heard rumours of King Edward, after all he was the leading monarch of England, but had yet to see the supposedly gorgeous royal. He was set to make an appearance later on in the ball, to oversee how it was going.
'Hey Bells!'
A voice startled Bella out of her inner musings as fingers tapped her back. She whired round, her dress spinning lazily out into a circle, to come face to face with her childhood best friend. He looked so much older than the last time she had seen him, although remnants of the old Jacob shone through his adult appearance. Her eyes took in his creamy, coffee coloured skin and beautifully warm, teasing brown eyes, before she beamed up at him and replied.
'Jake! I haven't seen you in years!' Bella exclaimed, a smile lighting up her face: it was true, the last time they had met was when they were both twelve, and still secretly climbing the trees on her father's estate. He grinned wolfishly, extending a hand in a silent request to dance.
'I know, I know. Do you still have that scar on your knee from when you fell? I've always wondered, since the last time i saw you, you were crying at the prospect of it scarring forever.'
They moved on to the dance floor, intermingling with the other dancing couples.
'Yes, yes, It's no longer so noticeable though. How have you been? Found a wife yet?' She asked him cheekily.
Haha, what a bad place to leave off.
If you have any questions, just pop them into a review and I will answer them.
I just wanted to put this up and get people's opinions about, to see if I should continue it or not.
What do you think?