"I'm sorry. You are whom?" I asked. I surely had heard this girl wrong.

"I'm Isabella Black. Bella is my great-grandmother." She clarified nodding towards my love laying cold behind me.

I took a deep breath. Of course. I could see the differences now. Her nose was different, and her coloring was not the rich copper tone of Jacob, but not the pale white of her great-grandmother's either. But those were Bella's fathoms deep chocolate eyes. Her hair was the same color and curly texture of Bella's as well. And the mouth. That unbalanced mouth that I had kissed so many times. The mouth that I daydreamed of every day since I left Forks. A mouth that was now curling up and smiling at me.

"I know...I look like my great-grandmother." She said with a sigh of hearing something every day since she was little.

"That's an understatement." I muttered to myself. And then I realized it wasn't Bella who once again burned my throat. It was this girl before me.

"How do you know Bella?" She asked. "You were looking at her with so much affection."

This was Bella incarnate. This girl didn't miss anything either.

"I was admiring her bracelet. The charms are so different." I tried to re-direct the conversation away from myself.

"She has had that since she was a teenager. My great-grandfather carved the wolf. The crystal heart she just said was from a friend, but I think there is more to that story." She included.

"What makes you think that?" I asked. Surely, this was not a story that would have been handed down over the years like the other Quileute legends. I am sure they, especially Jacob, would have edited out my involvement.

"I have a theory." She grinned as she looked up at me, but then her face quickly turned quizzical. "What?"

"You don't just look like your great-grandmother." Was all I could make myself say.

"So, you didn't tell me. How do you know Bella?" There was something in her voice that seemed more like a question she already thought she knew the answer to. So, it was time for me to turn on the charm and let the seasoned actor take over.

"I don't really. I am in town doing some research on my own family history. I was here checking into some old records from the funeral home, and I thought I would stop in and pay my respects. From what I have researched with my own family, the Swans have been here almost as long as this town has been settled." Only the first part was a lie, I thought to myself.

"Oh. Well, I'll get back to my family now." And she walked away. Glancing back at me, as she walked, with a puzzled look on her face.

I turned back to Bella one more time, and it was then that I noticed the elaborate bouquet of roses and freesia propped up in the corner. I didn't even have to look at the card to know that Alice had sent it. I went over to look anyways.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my headAs is a winged messenger of heavenUnto the white-upturned wondering eyesOf mortals that fall back to gaze on himWhen he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloudsAnd sails upon the bosom of the air.

Romeo and Juilet. How original, Alice. Then I turned back to Bella, my heart breaking, and more of Romeo's words flew into my mind:

I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;

And but thou love me, let them find me here:

My life were better ended by their hate,

Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

"I'll be with you soon, my love." I whispered as I brushed my hand along her cheek. With that, I turned and walked out of the door.