A/N: I own nothing. Stephanie Meyer owns everything twilight.

Rosalie's POV (Point Of View)

A few days later, oppertunity came knocking. However, I was totally oblivious to that fact, and how this oppertunity would affect me. Had I known, I would have run screaming the other way. Unfortunately, I didn't have precognition on my side, so I

followed the lead my mother oh so conveniently set out for me. " Rosalie!" my mother yelled, looking for me. I sighed. Couldn't the woman let me alone for once? "Oh, Rosalie, thank goodnees I've found you!" At her words I began to wonder if

my earlier irritation was a bit of a hasty reaction.
"What is it, mother? Is everything alright?" I was a bit worried now.

"Oh, Rosalie, it's your father!" My eyes grew wide as I comntemplated all the horrible things that could've happened to him.
"Oh Rosalie, he's forgotten his lunch!" She waved the brown bag in front of my nose. I felt my jaw open and I stared at her.
"Mother, are you serious? She looked at me as though I had sprouted another head. Of course I'm serious, dear, this is a

serious matter!" she exclaimed. I sighed.
"Very well, but what do you want me to do about it?" I asked. I was honestly confused.

"Why, dear, I want you to take his lunch to him, of course!" She said.
"But mother, couldn't Peter or Jack take it and I finally got comfortable!" I protested.

"Now, now, Rosalie, Peter and Jack are already busy, and your fathers break is coming up, I need you to go now"
"Fine" I huffed. I began to pull on my shawl.

"No, dear, you musn't go out like that! Put on a dress, your white organza. And, for heaven's sake, do something with your hair!" she insisted.

"But, mother," I protested, "I'm only going to the bank! Why do I need to put up my hair?" I was honestly bewildered. The bank was, after all, only down the street.

"Well, because, you are a beautiful girl, Rosalie, you should play up your looks! You never know who may be watching," she pressed.

"Well, ok," I agreed happily, always one to be drawn in by compliments. Minutes later I was putting the finishing touches on my hair, which was done up in a complimentary blue ribbon to my dress, and headed out the door, my father's lunch in hand.

As usual, mens gazes followed me down the street, the single ones with a look of determination, and married ones with a touch of wistfullness. And, of course, the wives with unconcealed anger and jealousy, like it was my fault I was the very

essence of beauty.
My, it was hot. When I entered the bank, a sigh of relief from the heat escaped my lips. I hurried up to my father's office,

anxious to get back to my book. "Rosalie, darling, come in!" My father's voice boomed from behind the wooden door to his office in answer to my knock. I opened the door and walked into the small office. Papers littered his desk and files were piled

in the "Out" box.
"What brings you here, sweetie?" he asked. I smiled and held out his lunch.

"Mother says you forgot your lunch," I replied.
"Oh?" He asked. He looked around himself, almost as if he didn't believe me. "So I did. Thank you for bringing it, Rose"

"It was no problem," I said.
"So," my father started, " Have any of the boys in town caught your eye?" He asked. My eyes got slightly wider, astonished

that he was even asking my opinion. " Er, no, um, that is, not yet, Papa, " I answered, rather stupidly. He chuckled.
"Ok, then, darling. Anyways, I should probably be getting back to work. Thank you for bringing me my lunch, and I'll see you

tonight when I get home. Tell your mother thank you as well, please" he said with a smile, and I got up and left. I was making my way down the stairs to the main floor when I saw HIM. My soon-to-be love, my soon-to-be fiancee. My soon-to-

be cause of death. However, I didn't know this at the time. Had I known, I would've had nothing to do with him. But I didn't. And, just like every other time I saw a man watching me, my eyes passed right over him. Everyone was watching me. He

was no different. I made my way home quietly, the stares of the people following my every move, like I was a movie star, as usual. When I got home, however, my mother was red faced and practically bouncing waiting for me. "Oh, Rosalie, how was

the walk?" she asked, barely waiting for me to come in the door.
"Oh, it was fine, mother," I replied.

"Did anyone approach you?" she kept questioning. This particualr question had become a favorite of hers everytime I went out lately.

"No, mother, it was just as uaual," I answered, sighing. The question was beginning to get annoying.
"Oh," was all she said. "Well, thank you dear. We'll be having our lunch soon, so go change out of your things." She looked a

little disappointed, I thought.Oh well, I shrugged and got ready for lunch. The rest of the day past uneventfully. I was just getting ready for bed when I heard it.

"ROSALIE! OH, ROSALIE, COME QUICK!" my mother screamed from down stairs.
"Mother, mother, what is it!" I called as I dashed down the stairs. I feared that my father had fallen ill, or one of my brothers

had fallen and broken another limb. When I arrived in the foyer of the house, I nearly fell over. A huge bouquet of red roses were standing in the foyer.

"Oh, Rosalie, they're for you!" my mother squealed.
I walked over and took the card from the centre of the arrangement.

"A bouquet of roses for a beuatiful Rose" it read. From Royce King The Second.
"Oh, mother, these are beautiful. And it says they're from Royce King the Second! Oh, how romantic!" I exclaimed. It was

only the first night of The Roses.

A/N: K, the second chpt is up!Please review, and I hope you enjoyed