AN: Here is the second chapter. I hope you all like it. I'll try to update soon! R&R!

Chapter 2

That Monday night was the worst night of sleep Bella ever had. She tossed and turned the whole night, and her thoughts never left the bronze-haired boy.

After her morning routine, Bella decided she would go back to the palace maybe he would be around there. It was worth a try. She was in love, and she would do everything possible to, at least, see him again. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Weird. She though. Rosalie and Emmett were out this morning, and she wasn't expecting anyone.

Slowly she made her way to the door, to be faced with a hotel employee.

"Miss Isabella Swan?" he asked.

"Yes, it's me."

"This was delivered for you this morning. Have a good day."

With that, the young boy turned around and left her there, in front of her room, looking at an ivory envelope and a single red rose. Carefully to not cut herself, since she was so accident-prone, Bella opened the envelope, after inhaling the exquisite fragrance of the rose. What she saw left her mouth hanging open. She couldn't believe it. Something must be wrong. Maybe there is another Isabella Swan in the hotel?Nevertheless, she took the invitation out of the envelope and read it.

His Royal Highness King Carlisle Cullen and Queen Esme Cullen

Have the honor to invite Your Graces to the Royal Ball that will take place at Buckingham Palace, this Saturday evening, at 8 o'clock.

Still incredulous at the invitation she just received, Bella turned the expensive ivory card decorated with a rose vine, and what's the surprise when she found a beautifully neat manuscript message attached in the back, in another matching card.

Mia Bella

Please don't think I am stalking you, but I couldn't simply let you go before seeing you one more time. Will you be my date to the Ball?

A car will be waiting for you at the hotel, Saturday at 5 pm. I'll be inside. Please humor me.

Il Vostro Edward

P.S. Here is the address of the best gown shop in the whole country.

Glued to the note was a small post-it with an address. She couldn't believe he did that. She would see him again. Oh my God!She thought. He wanted to see her again. He asked her to be his date for the Royal Ball. She would see him again.She was making happy dances around her room. That was simply the best news she had received in the past 5 years of her life.

She had to dress herself quickly and go to the store. The excitement building inside her was too much to wait for Rose and Em to come back.

Besides, it was their honeymoon, even though they insisted that she should come to the city with them. Reluctantly Bella accepted, but she was not happy about it. However now, after meeting Edward, it was without a doubt the best one-month vacation/third wheel time that she has ever had.

Bella quickly got ready and left the room. After she got to the lobby, she asked the receptionist of the hotel to call her a taxi while she was going for breakfast. When she returned to the lobby, the woman indicated her that her transportation was waiting. Bella got outside the hotel, and quickly located the vacant taxi. She gave the post-it to the driver, and her morning adventure in the search of the perfect dress began.

She had just entered the shop when her cell phone ringed.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hello Bella! What are you doing? Is everything okay?" Bella felt herself smiling. Rose wouldn't believe what happened just this morning.

"Everything is great! I'm in a gown shop," she enthusiastically said to the device.

"You are shopping? Ah ah! No way! Isabella Swan doesn't shop. You hate it! What's going on?" Rosalie was capable of saying between her laughs and Bella heard his brother laughing too.

"Yes, I am shopping; and Edward sent me an invitation to the Royal Ball this Saturday, so I'm getting a dress," as Bella was met with silence, she called for Rosalie. It took her a few minutes to let sink the words Bella let out.

"He invited you to the Royal Ball? Wow," she finished stunned.

Bella giggled and told her about the invitation, the note, and the red rose. At the end Bella was standing in the middle of the little shop smiling like she never did. She finished the call, and the young girl behind the counter made her way towards Bella.

"Good Morning" she said in a thick accent. "May I help you? My name is Angela." Bella smiled at her, and quickly explained her, what she wanted. Two hours were gone, and Bella had yet to find a dress that made her feel beautiful. Besides the new friendship she was beginning with Angela, this shopping trip had yet to give any fruits… and Bella was starting to get pissed.

"Do you have something simpler? These are all too complicated, or have too much appliqués," she huffed. Angela smiled at her and said she will be back in a minute. Fifteen minutes later Angela was back with four dresses. She chose a fuchsia, a red, a light green, and a royal blue one. Bella's eyes light up as soon as she saw the blue one. Blue had always been her favorite color, and her father constantly told her how good she looked in blue.

Bella tried the dress and she couldn't believe! She really felt like a princess in it. Edward would certainly love her in it. She asked Angela to take her a photo from her cell phone, so that she could send it to Rose.

She paid the dress and after saying goodbye to Angela, got in a taxi to go back to the hotel with only a thought in her mind: Saturday is not soon enough.

The rest of the week until Saturday was the worst week for Edward.

The anxiety of seeing Bella again, that is if she accepted his invitation, was making him mad. Adding the fact that every time he thought about his Principessa– as he started calling her in his mind, he got hard; the week couldn't end soon enough.

God.She is so beautiful. She had all the right proportions, as if she was designed by Michelangeloto be the perfect match for his David – or himself. She was perfect. In Edward's mind, he saw her perfect toned legs that were visible because of the very small jean shorts she wore Monday. The wonderful round breasts that he calculated would fit correctly in his hands. The complexity of her facial features that made her look like an angel.

That's why Edward was almost constantly hard. He never finished himself so many times like this week, and he had already lost the count to the cold showers. Everything about her made his heart beat stronger and quicker. He only could hope that she would accept his invitation. And, so, once more, Edward got in the bathroom for another extremely cold shower.

Thank God, its summer!

"Hurry up Rose. I need to be ready in 15 minutes," Bella hollered through the room. Rosalie had gone to her bedroom to pick her makeup kit, so that she could work on Bella.

Even after Bella brought the dress, she couldn't help herself to wish that the week would pass quickly. She was dying inside to see Edward again, even if it was the last time. Although she didn't dance, she couldn't help but think of both dancing in a room full of people, with all eyes on them. It was a little presumptuous, but Bella knew how handsome Edward is.

She was also dreading the evening because the way Edward made her feel every time he was next to her. She lost her coherency when she got entranced in his beautiful features. Her legs would quiver the entire time. Her breath hitched, and the worst of all: she would get wet. Bella didn't have any kind of sexual experience at 23 years old, but her body never responded this way to anyone before. It was strange, yet wonderful.

"I'm coming!" Rosalie said interrupting Bella's thoughts. She opened her case and started her job on Bella. A light makeup that would highlight her natural beauty was the ideal. At the end, the result was phenomenal. Edward wouldn't know what hit him. Before Bella went down Rose gave her a pair diamond earring, which would complete the gorgeous dress.

Bella with all her excitement didn't even flinch at the view – which was an event itself, since Bella never accepted presents easily; and quickly said goodbye to her brother and his wife, before hurried down the hall to the elevator.

Emmett laughed at his sister antics, as he had never saw her so anxious and stressed for a date. She must really like this guy. He only wanted her to be happy. His wife looked at him and told him that everything would be okay. Emmett acquiesced and went to take a bath, since he was taking his wife to dinner in one of the most expensive restaurants in town.

By the time Bella reached the lobby she was, if even possible, more stressed than before. The receptionist told her that her limo was waiting outside. Bella's eyes bulged out. He had sent her a limo. She went out the hotel to find a chauffeur waiting for her. He promptly opened her door and helped her to get in. As her head was inside the car, she saw Edward. He was magnificent in a typical black tuxedo and white shirt.

It was now time for Edward eyes bulge out too, as he drank the sight of Bella in that royal blue dress. It was strapless, the corset had intricate designs in lace, and the hem had brilliants. Then the gown exploded in a bundle of thin silk layers. The most amazing part was the fact that the royal blue brought the fair complexity of Bella's skin to evidence. Joining the barely-there makeup and the beautifully curled rings of her hair, she was a goddess fallen from Olympus. Not an angel. A Goddess!If he had any doubt that she was the ideal woman to be his wife someday, those doubts were completely gone by now. She was a true Principessa.

"You are astounding Bella. Thank you." she looked at him and smiled a sweet smile, and as she was ready to reply, she was interrupted by the chauffer.

"Are we ready to go, Your Highness?" Edward breath hitched as he nodded to his driver.

"Y-your Highness?" Bella stuttered. She couldn't have heard right.

The driver must be joking. She thought. Although it made everything fall in the right places. Why he was in the palace, knew so much about it, and yet didn't work there. Why he would invite her for the Ball? Bella looked at Edward and realized nothing else mattered because she loved him, and he certainly had a very, very good excuse to do what he did.

"Bella, I must be sincere with you. I omitted my last name because unfortunately the majority of women launch themselves at me. I confess that as I was watching you from afar, you were there so beautiful, that I had to talk to you. My body and mind were already attracted by you, as if they had always known you. It was a strange feeling but felt so right. However, now, more than beautiful, I know you are interesting, and smart, and you are not afraid of voicing your opinions. I know this may seem too soon, too quick and even too bizarre, but the truth is that since the first time I saw you, I fell in love. I love you madly. You are my perfect match, everything I've ever wanted and so much more. I may not be worthy of being yours, but I want to try. I need to try. If you want to go, I'll let you go, but I just needed to say this to you before I had to go into that ballroom and made the decision that will change my life."

Edward finished his speech and looked at Bella for the first time. She had a goofy smile on her face, and tears in her eyes. He swiftly cleaned the tears before they ruined her makeup and grabbed her hands waiting for an answer. Bella let a small giggle escape and then looked at Edward, who was more confused than ever. Did she giggle?

"Oh my God!I called you an idiot!" she laughed loud. Soon Edward joined her and they both laughed for a while. Her laugh was like bells, and it was vicious, Edward wanted to never stop listening that sound.

"Edward…" Bella was trying to put in words the feeling she had inside her, but she was struck with the intensity of his stare. He could be the Prince of England, and he could have omitted his real identity to her, but she loved him, and understood his real reasons. Therefore, she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. Surprised by her actions Edward took time to realize what was happening, but as soon as he did, he corresponded to the kiss and put his hands on her hair. It was indeed soft, as he had thought.

The kiss ignited sparks that could light a house without electricity; such was the power in it. When they were both breathless, they pulled apart.

"I love you too, Edward" those words made Edward's face lit up, and the most radiant smile appeared on his face. He couldn't believe. She was his. He was going to marry the love of his life, not any snotty bitch. He was making happy dances in his mind. The pair kept trading kisses and caresses until they got to the Palace.

Before the chauffer opened the door for them, Edward took Bella's hand and placed a kiss in her inner wrist.

"Bella, we're going to use a side entry. As much as I would like to let you get inside from the main entrance, I still have to pick the crown and the sash from my room. Is that alright?" Bella nodded her head and let herself out of the car. Edward pulled her by the hand and guided her through the halls and stairways of the Palace, stopping when he reached his room. He opened the door motioning for Bella to get in.

"Wow. It's very you" she said after the first impression. She turned around the room still stunned by the magnificence of it. One of the walls had a bookshelf/CD shelf completely full. The room also had a fireplace with a nice leather couch in front of it and a big flat screen TV, and one of the corners had an elegant black grand piano. However, the bed, it made Bella's imagination run wild and she blushed. It was a four-posted dark wood bed, with complex designs all over it. The room was decorated in blacks and gold's and the result was excellent.

Edward's mind was running at thousand miles per hour and he admired how good Bella looked among his things and as she blushed. He tried to keep those thoughts at bay, since he didn't have time for another shower right now. She completed him so fully, that even her presence in his room was enough to make it looked different than it ever did. After Edward put on the sash, a made his way towards Bella and kissed her again.

"You belong here," he whispered in her ear. Her breath hitched as his words rang through her soul. She wanted to belong here, with him and forever. They were kissing again as a light knock sounded on the door and a tiny woman peeked inside.

"Edward. It's time. You must go," she said sullenly until she suddenly realized the royal blue textile behind Edward. Then she smiled. "Would you introduce us, dear brother?"

"I'm sorry Alice. Love, this is Alice, my sister. Alice this is the love of my life, Isabella," he said radiating in happiness. Alice beamed at him and ran to hug the beautiful young lady next to his brother.

"It is so nice to meet you Isabella. We're going to be best friends. I know it!" she hushed while jumping up and down in the middle of the room.

"Please Your Highness, call me Bella."

"Oh. Shush! Call me Alice." Bella laughed at her behavior. She was very hyper.

"Alice." Edward spoke. "Would you mind keeping Bella's company until I carry out all my duties?"

"It will be my pleasure, brother." After Alice's confirmation, Edward took Bella next to his piano.

"Bella, as you know I told you this ball was to help me find a wife. I already found her, but I'll have to talk to other women anyway, because I wasn't supposed to have found you yet. Please, keep those thoughts in mind when you see me dancing with some of them. I love you, only you." Edward said and then kissed her passionately.

During this affectionate 'see you soon', Alice was looking outside the window, as the view inside the room was too strong to look. Edward had really found his true love. It was possible to see in his eyes, in his smile and even in his voice: it was cheery. And because of that Alice already loved Bella, because she was the one who made it possible.

Alice grabbed Edward's crown and walked towards them, while clearing her throat. Bella stopped the kiss, blushing, and Alice smiled at her.

"Edward you have to go. Come on; let me put this on you." Alice placed the crown on his head, arranged his jacket, and grabbed Bella's hand.

"Come sister, we have to go. Edward has to make an entrance alone. And besides I have to introduce you to Jasper." Alice said cheerfully.

"Who's Jasper?" Bella questioned.

"My husband! You must call him Jasper, all right? I don't want none of that 'Your Highness' crap anymore. Oh! Thank you. Edward is the happier I've ever seen him."

They had reached a big white door.

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