Summary: Rosalie and Emmett have been friends since their childhood, but what's unknown to her is that he's been in love with her since the first day they met. What will happen when he overhears from someone that she's engaged to Royce?
Rosalie's POV
England
April 3rd, 1935
The sun glittered the lawn in my enormous yard, seeing bits of yellow blending into it. Trees with rounded stems were decorated to form a circle to indicate the amount of land my family owned. Patches of flowers were placed around the trees, displaying several different colors to make it seem magical.
We lived in a white Victorian mansion (my mother's choice, of course) with red colored shudders and green color base with white bases around the windows. The house color was a light maroon.
With my short white dress on me, I laid my towel onto a patch of grass. I closed my eyes to take a nap in the sun that disappeared on us for weeks. I loved the sun because it symbolizes happiness, which was the emotion I needed more than anything. Depression was the only emotion I felt for days.
Last week, my parents confronted me that was to be married to Royce King II, the King's only son. The King family was my parent's favorite people for one reason that makes me hurl: money. Money was so important to my family rather than the feeling of love that world cannot survive without.
My opinion of Royce II wasn't difficult to describe. I loathed him because he was anxious to marry me for my figure that he finds appealing. He wanted to make me feel like a gutter rat without any purpose in life than to be tossed around by my enemies.
I let out a heavy sigh, trying to calm down my nerves for the wedding in two weeks. My mother already bought me a dress gave me a veil that has been worn for many centuries. My stomach tied into a knot with the thought of my family depending on me to marry someone I obviously didn't love.
I heard someone walking near, walking in heavy boots to make an obnoxious sound. I sat up to see who it was and my heart quickened a beat.
Emmett McCarthy was everything in our household. He cooked, gardened, and occasionally cleaned for us with an appropriate price. Despite what my parents want for me, he has been my friend for ten years. My parents never wanted me to communicate with someone lower than I was because they were afraid of silly rumors that would pass throughout the town.
Emmett was an orphan my father picked up from the streets. My father didn't want to raise Emmett to be his son so he decided to hire him as our servant until he had enough money for college.
"Hello Emmett," I called out to him, smiling to see him. He had been gone for a week to visit universities he wanted to attend. Even though he's nineteen, he decided to skip a year of college to focus on getting money.
He smiled back at me, walking closer to me. I saw that he has bits of grass on his overalls and hundreds on his black boots. He reminded me of a southern farmer. "Good day, Miss Hale. Lovely weather, isn't it?"
I nodded in agreement. "Yes. How were the colleges?"
He decided to sit next to me on the grass, curling his knees to wrap his arms around them. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my body. "They were satisfactory. I was disappointed with the sizes of classes they held." He stopped talking, looking at me in a strange way I've never seen him do. I saw a pang of disappointment in his eyes that made me question. "You look beautiful."
With that compliment, I couldn't help it but to smile again. "Thank you." We went silent again with him looking at me strangely. "Emmett, is there something wrong?"
"I heard you're engaged," he smiled, looking like it was fake but he tried to make it real. "Congratulations. I hope you he treats you well."
I frowned, lowering my head. "Like that's going to happen."
"Why you say that?"
I looked at him, titling my head to one side. "Do you even know Royce?"
"Of course I do. I have to serve him when he visits, remember?" he reminded me, but I saw the pain in his eyes increased. "He always says the right thing." I knew he was lying because that's the opposite of Royce. Royce insulted everyone that didn't agree with him.
"Emmett, are you feeling well? Maybe I should let you rest for a while," I suggested but he shook his head. "You don't look well at all."
"Is it not obvious to you?" he asked me, trying to sound calm. "Has it ever been obvious to you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh forget it, you don't know what I'm talking about so it's useless." He got up to his feet. He started to walk away from me but I didn't want him to.
I stood onto my feet, wobbling due to my lack of balance. "I may not know what you're talking about but I want to know."
He turned around, walking back to me. He stood closer to me, feeling his breath giving me Goosebumps. "The way I feel about you."
"What are saying? You're in love with me?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow. He looked at me, feeling the cores of his eyes match mine.
He placed his mouth to my ear. "Yes."
After hearing that word, everything started to make sense.
The way Emmett talked to me compare to the way Royce did was a noticeable difference. Emmett never fought with me except the time when we races around our yard when we were kids. I was mad at him for letting me win and didn't talk to him for weeks.
When I was ten and he was twelve, he made me a beautiful bracelet with a diamond on the chain. I found out from his friend Michael that it took Emmett a month to make it and worked on it ten hours a day. I defiantly impressed me but I wasn't sure how I felt about him.
Last year, he stared at me during meals that made my parents stare at me in confusion. I always shrugged and continued to eat my meal in silence. I didn't have a valid explanation so there wasn't point in explaining anything.
Leading up to today, everything he did for me was a mystery. It amazed me that I didn't figure it out in the beginning. I guess I was too self involved to notice anything, making me angry and depressed with myself.
Making me react physically, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I closed my eyes, visioning everything I thought about in the last thirty seconds. As I played flashbacks in my mind, I thought about possibilities Emmett and I would have together. Emmett holding me close to him, kissing me passionately underneath the sun was something that never left my mind. As disgusting as that sounds, I couldn't lie to myself that I wanted that to happen.
I opened my eyes, seeing that he was walking away from me. I frowned, feeling my heart ache that when I opened my eyes to reality, I realized that Emmett and I could never be together. That thought knocked the wind out of me, feeling lost to the purpose of living.