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EPV

"I will get my dance tonight. Sooner or later, but I will dance with you before the ball ends", I whisper into her ear. It is a promise and I can't believe that Mike Newton will dance with her. I should be the only who she should dance with.

She looks into my eyes with her deep brown ones and blushes in the sweetest way, but I don't get the chance to enjoy it because she turns on the wheel and leaves me… to be with Newton.

I can't let that happen.

I am heading towards the ballroom and suddenly Alice, my sister and Jasper's wife – he is a very good friend of mine - , obstructs my passage.

"Hello, Edward. What are you doing out here?"

"Hey, you are looking good."

"Thank you, it is gorgeous isn't it? Madame Lambourt made that dress. I love love love it so much.", she says with a smile.

"Oh if Madame Lambont-"

"Lambourt", she says, seeming to be a bit annoyed.

"Oh I'm sorry, Madame Lambourt made it, it has to be gorgeous. But should I know who she is?"

"Funny again, huh? Well, you did not answer my question. What are you doing out here… alone?"

"Well, Lady Isabella Swan was here a few seconds ago."

"Bella? What do you want from her", she asks curiously, narrowing her eyes.

"I wanted to do dance with her, but Mike Newton was quicker than I. And actually, I wanted to go inside when I met you."

"I understand… Edward, look. She is not just like any other woman. She is one of my best friends so please, do not use Bella for just having fun with her."

"Why would you think that?"

"Oh come on, you are a second Casanova and if I did not know better, I would say you are him!" Okay, I have to admit it. I love woman and being with them, but I can't do anything about it. They actually throw themselves at me.

"Alice, I won't discuss my being a second Casanova right now, but let me say one thing: I don't intend to just having fun with Bella so if you excuse me."

I bypass her and enter the ballroom. A white dress, another white dress, but not the one I am looking for. Where the hell is Newton, who is dancing with my white gown wearing lady?

Oh, there they are.

Duke Newton holds Lady Swan in his arms, while dancing the waltz and it seems as he is telling her a joke or something funny, because I could see her smile.

She has such a beautiful smile. I have already noticed it – her lips are a bit too full for our today's beauty standards, but in my opinion they are just sensual. And she is smiling with these perfect lips not at me, but at Mike Newton.

Jealousy wells up inside me. That's new for me, but I can already say, I don't like it.

"Good evening, Viscount Cullen.", Lady Jessica Stanley greets me seeming to appear from nowhere. Oh god, please leave me alone.

"Good evening", I am taking her hand and kiss it briefly.

"So, are you enjoying the ball?", she asks me.

"Yes, I do.", trying to keep my sentences as short as possible. Maybe she realises that I am not in the mood to talk and why the hell is Bella smiling again?

Jessica's eyes follow the direction I am looking into and chuckles in surprise.

"Isabella Swan? You should forget her.", she says patronizing. I don't like the tone she uses when speaking about Bella.

"What do you mean?", I ask her, startled by her statement.

"Well, I have heard that Duke Newton wants to propose to her. So she is already a half-married woman."

WHAT? I have just talked to her for about 20 minutes and I should already let her go? Not if I can prevent it.

"Lady Stanley, it was nice to meet you but if you excuse me. I have to go.", I say, heading into the direction where Bella is standing and waiting for the next dance to begin.

BPV

'Let it be over. Let it be over.'

"And then I just took another horse.", Duke Newton says with a chuckle. I smile at him, not knowing what he is talking about at all. I really tried to keep up, but my mind has already drifted away for several times and now I have absolutely no idea, why he changed the poor horse some time ago.

My mind is like: Smiling, Edward Cullen, Breathing, Smiling, Edward Cullen, Breathing, Smiling, Edward Cullen, Breathing, Smiling, Edward Cullen, Breathing

I have already tried to locate the Viscount, but I have not seen him yet.

After finishing the waltz, we are waiting for the next dance to begin.

"What do you think?", Duke Newton asks me.

"About what?".

"Well, about the idea.", he says looking at me as if I were dull-witted. Which idea? About what? God, what should I say?.

"I-", I start, but don't get the chance to finish my sentence, because someone interrupts our conversation and saves me in last-minute.

My guardian angel.

"Hello, Newton. Good evening, Lady Swan", a familiar voice says. I turn my head towards the person and freeze.

Viscount Cullen heads towards us and has this crooked smile on his lips.

"Hi, Edward. What are you doing on the dance floor without a partner?", the Duke asks him curiously. Edward Cullen is looking at me with an intense stare and smiles artfully. What is he up to?

His eyes turn back to Mike Newton and mentions, "Well, I have to tell you that there is a mistake. I actually forgot to put my name in Lady Swan's dance card but she has already agreed to dance the next waltz with me, so I would like to do that.", he winks at me.

"Is that true?", Duke Newton asks me with a disappointed expression.

A bit distracted by Edward Cullen, I answer him a bit too enthusiastically, "Oh right I forgot. I am sorry, but Viscount Cullen is telling the truth." Edward Cullen is smiling his crooked smile again and in reaction my knees start shacking.

"But, I-", Mike starts, but is getting interrupted by the Viscount.

"My apologies, but there are many women in this room, who would love to hear about your horse-experience. It is almost legendary. Tell them about it, while I will dance with Lady Swan", he says, taking my hand.

Glad to be save from another dance with Duke Newton, I form a silent Thank you on my lips while looking at Viscount Cullen. Obviously being able to decode my silent message, he smiles at me and leads me to the middle of the dance floor, away from the really disappointed Duke Newton.

Good God! Now I would finally get my dance with the bronze-coloured god.