Author's Note: Sorry! Reeeeaaaally sorry for not updating quickly, my laptop was being schizo and kept deleting my chapters :[ it almost took a little flight through the window for it this weeked lol J/K Well I hope you enjoy this chapter even though it's just a filler, and yes there will be lots of drama in the next chapter. I promise to update later tonight.

Diclaimer: Do I need to call the doctor to look at your head? I don't own Twilight! or Edward... T_T

Chapter 3

Bella lingered in the garden for a moment, glancing at the beautiful lavender and freesia flowers that were in bloom. She would've bent down to smell them if her corset wasn't so tight it would impale her if she tried.

"Miss Swan," Her maid called, returning, "Where did Mr. Cullen go?"

"He had some business to attend to," she replied curtly, "Now get me out of this dress. I can hardly breath."

Julia hurried to do as she said, leading her up to her room and releasing the corset. Much needed air filled Bella's lungs and she sighed, holding her waist to steady herself. The brief wondering of why women had to go through such discomfort flitted through her mind, soon leaving as she realized she would have to put the damned thing back on for dinner.

"Blast," she muttered, causing Julia to turn to her in alarm. She quickly covered her mistake. "My bad, please excuse my vulgar language, I have no idea what I must have been thinking," she said tartly.

Julia eyed her for a moment before nodding, turning back around and continuing to make Bella's bed. "I'm sure your father will be quite pleased that Mr. Cullen has taken such an interest in you," she said, making small talk.

"Oh? And why is that, pray tell?"

"Well, Mr. Cullen is very wealthy Miss. His father is an extraordinary doctor, and Mr. Cullen is following suit. He'll be very successful I'm sure."

Bella thought this over for a moment, shrugging slightly. He wasn't as bad as the others. He didn't pinch her bottom or pretend to accidently graze her breasts. He was respected and wealthy, and he was her age. Her age… What a lovely thought, to not be 30 years younger than your husband.

"Miss, it's time for dinner."

It wasn't long before Bella was presentable again and drifted downstairs, taking her rightful place on the right side of her father.

"So, how was Edward?" He asked her as they were served their food.

"He's very… interesting."

"Bells," Her father said, though he didn't continue. They ate their meal in silence, just as they always did. Bella stared at the empty spot that used to be her mother's seat and frowned, adverting her eyes as she continued to eat slowly.

"We're attending a ball tonight Bella," her father told her. Her eyes widened slightly and she didn't bother asking who's, knowing it was yet another suitor. That's all her father focused on these days.

"Alright. Then I shall go get ready. I'll be down in a few minutes." Quickly she went to her room, keeping her elegant dress on from earlier. Julia, who had followed her in, quickly worked on her hair, unraveling it and letting it fall down her shoulders, brushing it out.

Once gain Bella went through the process of being pampered when an idea struck her. Remembering the flowers outside she hurriedly went out, picking one lavender and one freesia bud. She crushed them in her hand, dabbing the scented juice from the petals behind her ears and along her neck.

"Beautiful," Julia said excitedly, "Absolutely beautiful."

Bella blushed, her pale cheeks flushing pink, and thanked her briskly, walking outside with her father and slipping into the carriage.

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