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Edward picked up his ringing phone. He has a few guesses on who could be at the other end of the line. He checked the caller ID. He pressed the answer button seeing that it was Jasper, his manager and his sister's husband, and not some paparazzi or reporter calling for more information about some latest scandal he didn't know and frankly, didn't care about.

"Hey Jazz," he said into the phone. "What's up? Is everything okay out there?"

"Hey, Edward. Everything's good, man," Jasper said from the other side of the line.

"Why did you call? I hope it's not about Emmett's-big-epic-fail because, missing it would just piss me off, man."

"Naw man, it's not like that," Jasper says laughingly. "He would wait for you if he wanted to do something stupid. He loves you."

"He loves to piss me off just for the sake of it," Edward says fondly. He loves his brother and he knows that's just pure Emmett. "So why did you really call?"

"Listen, Edward," his brother-in-law says in a business tone. "I just got a call from the organizers of this event you're attending three days from now."

"What do they want?" an irritated Edward asked. This wasn't the first time they bugged him. They were constantly calling to ask if he was coming or if he was alone or with a date or if he will have a driven or if he will arrive in a helicopter or other unimportant stuff.

"Well first off, they wanted you to know that the final seating arrangement for the dinner plan has been released and –," Jasper started but he was quickly cut by the other man.

"Please don't tell me that I am seated with Lauren and Jessica and, God forbid, Tanya!" Edward exclaimed with serious horror.

Jasper chuckled. "Sorry man, you know we don't have power over this. Yes you are seated with the trio bitches along with Seth and Benjamin and Garrett… and… you haven't met her, this one… she's… Bella, Bella Swan."

Edward's stomach dropped. His breathing was cut off. He felt like someone punched him and that someone was playing an epic joke on him.

Is this true? Is this my luck working, finally? He thought to himself. Before he could wrap his head around the idea that he will be dining and sitting very close to Bella Swan, Jasper's voice interrupted him.

"Hey Edward, man? Are you still there?"

"Huh? Yeah… yeah. I was just…," Edward couldn't finish. "Hey Jazz, is that for real?"

"You mean Bella Swan? Yeah… the organizer confirmed it not five minutes ago," Jasper said, a little confused by Edward's reaction and question. His confusion turned into utter bafflement when he heard Edward laughing joyously at the other end of the line.

"Edward, what's happening there? Is everything all right?"

"Huh… yeah, Jazz. Everything is unbelievably good!" Edward replied, sounding happy and relieved at the same time.

"Okay…"

"Just… thanks, man." Edward said. "Thanks a lot, man."

"I don't understand, Edward," Jasper said, unsure of everything that just happened.

"Nevermind."

This just got better and a whole lot easier. Edward thought, clearly celebrating.

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