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Renée nodded, and handed me the bouquet. I stared at her.

"What are those for?"

"They're from Edward… your fiancée," she murmured, looking around the room.

"I don't want them." That sounded rude. Good.

She started to look uncomfortable.

"Maybe not sweetie, but please accept them. See, they're pretty." She shoved the roses in my face as if to prove her point.

I rolled my eyes, pushing the roses away, "Yeah, and so are jellyfish. Try holding one of those."

"Just get them!" she said, impatient.

This time she slammed the roses on top of the boxes on my arms, causing me to lose the little balance that I had. All the boxes (plus the roses) fell down on the floor.

I just stared at them.

My mum started laughing. I shifted my gaze to her, creeped out.

"I'm sorry! You should've seen your face," she chuckled.

"Right."

Maybe weddings caused psychological breakdowns. That was definitely happening to my family.

I picked up the boxes, kicked the roses under a table, and went down to the basement.

I was met by the smell of 5 years of negligence and dust. Dust, dust, dust, dust.

I was almost intoxicated by it. At first I covered my mouth and nose. Who knew what so much dust could do to me and my stupid asthma?

Walking slowly and trying not to breathe as much as possible, I placed the empty boxes on top of an antique-looking dresser, and then looked around.

The light of the basement didn't work, so everything was dark. I could still see the outline of many of my grandma's belongings, though. Her favourite china lamp, her elaborate music box, her full body mirror…

My grandma was a lady of many hobbies, and that reflected upon her belongings. Everything she owned was elaborate and delicate; she was elaborate and delicate. From her many gowns to her sporting clothes, everything was in top shape and of the finest quality. I sucked in a huge breath, and then sneezed.

Darn it! I wasn't supposed to breathe.

With a hand over my mouth, I got out of the basement. Then, running as fast as my clumsiness allowed me, I went to the garage and searched around for a flashlight. Having found one, I ran back to the basement.

The light from the flashback was of great help. I could see everything more clearly. Every dust covered, spider web infected thing, that is.

There was something at the back of the basement that caught my attention, though. It was a chest. Like a treasure chest, except way more feminine. It was silver and gold, with nothing but a golden string where the lock should have been. Dazed, I jumped my way over the few of my grandma's books scattered on the floor (I'd look at those later), and bent down next to the chest.

It was indeed a splendid chest. I didn't remember ever seeing it before. Feeling a little like an intruder, I untied the string from the chest and opened it.

The inside surprised me.

It was empty. Well, not empty. But not full, either. All that was in it was a book; a wrinkly, leather bound book with a rose on the cover. The rose was my grandmother's favourite flower. My hands shaking, I lowered them into the chest (which was deep), and wound them around the book. It was heavier and thicker than I expected.

Holding my breath, I opened the book and took a look at the first page.

I read out loud:

"This diary belongs to Marie Dwyer, married to Richard Dwyer, mother of Renée Dwyer, and grandmother of Isabella Swan."

Wow. A diary. I had no idea my grandmother kept one of those.

I was about to turn the page when I realized that this was my grandmother's diary; a place where she wrote down her deepest secrets… it wasn't exactly open to the public. As I was about to shut it close, a piece of pink paper fell out of it.

My conscience couldn't stop me this time. I read the paper.

"Whoever of my family that comes upon this has the absolute authority to read it."

Well, I guess that means I have the authority.

Strangely anxious, I opened the book once more and skipped to the first page.

Sorry it's soooo very short. There's tons of HW for me right now!

Also, what does hits mean? I see it all the time at the story traffic, and I have no idea what it means!