Chapter 2-What a pretty girl

August 11, 1919

Edward's pov

As Father came home, mother stepped over to the sitting room and kissed father, he kissed her back. "We are heading to the Scott's house tonight for dinner. I had gotten a call from Emma that Bella has gotten here, and she wanted to have some friends over for dinner to welcome Bella."

"Very well," My father said, I just nodded my head.

"Edward, Bella needs some last minute tutoring before she starts school this fall. You mind studying her?"

I almost wanted to say no, but father nodded his head to me, I knew I had to say yes, he knew I wouldn't be that busy and would be able to help this Bella out. "Yes mother I can help the girl out."

"Good, I told Emma you were able to."

I just nodded.

"Now, you both go and get ready."

Father and I headed up to get ready to head over to my godparents house for dinner to welcome their niece.

Once father and I had finished getting ready all three of us headed over to my godparents house. My god father answered the door.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Masen. And you too Edward."

"You too sir."

I wasn't paying much to what the adults were speaking about, it seemed my mother has noticed and smiled. "You guys still have that piano?"

"Why yes, yes. I'm sure you are bored listening to us speak, son why don't you head to the sitting room, that is where the piano is."

"Thank you." I said as I walked to the piano. I started to play, not noticing anything as it has happened so many times for me whenever I was playing at a piano. It always calmed me, which I didn't notice I was tense. It must be to meet this girl I had never met before. I'm not sure why though, since I have met so many girls before and they all are the same. So why was I so tense and uneasy with meeting this new girl? I wasn't sure, but I did enjoy the calmness of the piano under my fingers.

I did not notice anyone had walked into the room until I had heard something, which sounded like it was falling. I reacted without thinking, grabbing the girl's arms, steadying her from falling along with what she had knocked over. When I finally took the chance to see this girl's face I couldn't help but smile, at the look of her face.

"Are you alright?" I asked, finally letting my arms to my side once I noticed they were still holding on to her arms.

"I'm fine." She said, she looked around the room landing on my face.

"I'm Edward Anthony Masen. You must be Isabella Swan."

"Yes. It is nice to meet you Mr. Masen."

"No please Edward." I responded. Her voice was so delicate and fragile sounding but yet there was something about her already that I felt the need to want to know more about her.

"Alright Edward."

"Shall we head to the dining room? Sounds like dinner is ready." I smiled at her, giving her the assurance that she seemed to need. I offered my arm to escort her to the dining room.

"Yes lets." She smiled back and took my arm.

We walked to the dining room and once at the table, I opened the chair for her and she sat down and pushed the chair in, before getting into mine.

"I see you had met Isabella," Emma, my godmother had said.

"Yes," I replied.

"She very pretty isn't she?" Emma boldly stated.

I saw Isabella blush and couldn't help but to enjoy that blush very much. I looked her way for a bit when I thought she was not looking. When she did notice I smiled before looking back to my godmother. "Yes, she is very pretty."

"Thank you." She had whispered at the complement I had said.

"How do you like it here dear?" My mother asked her.

"Very nicely so far, though I haven't seen been out of the manor much, and this still my first day here and all."

"Maybe Edward can show you around some time?"

"Yes, that is a very good idea Emma," My mother said.

"What do you say son?" Father asked.

"Yes, I would very much enjoy that if Isabella will allow me to."

"Yes of course," she replied to me.

"Wonderful! It shall start this Saturday." My mother exclaimed with glee.

"Yes mother." I said. Though I was hoping she would tone it down some, I didn't want to scare Isabella away just yet.

"Yes," Isabella said.

"I was so unsure that her train would have come in today, as it was very late today to coming in," Emma said.

"You know, how those trains are often running late at times," Mother responded

"Yes of course, but you would think they come in on time at some point," Emma replied.

"Well, we can only know when it comes in on time." Mother said.

"Yes I guess your right Elizabeth," Emma gave in

"How is she adjusting so far?" Father asked at last, trying to lower his voice since it was considered rude to talk about a person in front of them as if they were not in front of them at all.

"She seems alright; better than I thought she would too. Considering how my sister had raised her, and said to her. I'm not sure what my sister had told her about me, but still I'm very glad she had come and is adjusting very well," Emma Explained

"That's very good, that she adjusting well," Father replied

I had many times looked Isabella's way for a bit, and then look away before she notices. Or so I had hoped she had not noticed. I didn't want to scare her, or have her think of me some odd batty person. I have however caught her looking my way a few times, smiled a few times, but there was a few times that she looked my way that I had noticed, and acted as if I had not noticed she was looking my way.

"Shall we start our tour at noon?" I asked her as my mother and godmother started to clean up after dinner.

"Yes that sounds nice," she replied kindly.

"Good, good. I look forward for it," I smiled.

"Edward why don't you play for Isabella before we head back home," Mother said.

I nodded, I got up and offered her my hand once more.

She took my arm once again and allowed myself to lead her to the piano.

I sat down, left an enough room for her to join me, but she had not at that time. She decided to stand beside me instead of sitting beside me. For some reason that had hurt a bit. I had many times not offered or want another person to so badly sit beside me when I played the piano then her.

I started to play some of my more favorite songs, she seemed to enjoy them which made me smile, glad that I was able to have her enjoy something in this new city.

"Do you play?" I asked her.

"I tried once when I was little, but I was never good enough so my mother gave up…"

It did seem she was going to say something else but she stopped herself. She must not have wanted to speak badly about her mother. It did sound like she was going to say something not well about her mother. Though her mother was dead she didn't want to speak ill about her.

"I can teach you."

"That's very nice of you, but really I won't be very good, and I don't want to be wasting your time more than I already have to, with showing me around the city, and helping me with what I need to be ready for school this fall."

"Really, it not a bother or wasting my time Isabella."

"If you're sure, maybe some time in the future you can teach me at some point." She smiled as her eyes lit up.

"I will hold you to that." She gave me a smile and I kissed her hand before I followed my parents out the door. I saw her watch me leave and couldn't help but to smile at her.