BIG thanks to Erica'sTwilight for writing the summary for me. This is the prologue in EPOV but the story will be in BPOV. This chapter is dedicated to all the WC girls, who promoted my lazy butt to write this. Chapter 1 will be up soon.
Beauty.
It is defined as those things that are pleasing to the eye, qualities that give pleasure to the senses or objects that pleasurably exalt the mind or spirit.
My Isabella fit this description beautifully, her porcelain skin, expressive eyes, and soft, irresistible lips. I loved her more than a mind could process, more than could be rationalized.
She didn't realize the extent of the pleasure she brought me in mind, eye and body. Her unusually sharp intellect intrigued me, her quiet and reserved demeanor called to me, and her soft, graceful figure made my body yearn for her.
She simply did not realize the effect she had on my life, the great presence and joy she brought to me. In her mind, she was an ordinary girl. I begged to differ.
I would show her just how much she meant to me. She would know how incredible she was. She would realize how vital she was to my life now.
Isabella Swan was everything I could ever dream for, everything my heart so desperately ached for.
That's why it is such a shame that we have never once spoken.
I spent time admiring her beauty from afar.
But that was about to change.