I'm sorry this took so long to get up. I have ot thank my friend Trueloveskiss for fixing it up in under 40 minutes.
If the outside of the house was perfect, the inside of the house was heaven.
Each piece of furniture as elegant as the next, antiques covering most surfaces. Large bay windows emitting a natural light that made the glass in the room glow. I could see Mary practically glowing green with envy. The house was beautiful sure, but it didn't have the warmth that made a house desirable to me. There was no children running around, no baking desserts in the oven, nothing that made a house thrive with life. The Masons house felt more like a museum. How had someone so sweet grown up in a place so cold with
a mother so horrible?
"Welcome Miss Swan, Miss Stewart to my house." Mrs. Mason greeted us. Mrs. Mason was an exquisite being. She had long blonde hair that was always kept in place, never had I seen one piece out of its perfect hold. She had the same stunning green eyes as her son. She had the perfect skinny body that all women were suppose to have and her skin was flawless, untouched by dreadful
pimples. The only thing imperfect about Mrs. Mason was the grim line her mouth was set in, like everything around her was inadequate and intolerable.
"Good day Mrs. Elizabeth." I said, curtsying politely.
"Thank you for inviting us." Mary said, curtsying beside me. With a sweep of her hand Mrs. Mason directed us to the sitting room.
"I can't believe anyone would be able to live with her, she's absolutely atrocious." Mary murmured in my ear. I managed to stifle my giggle, by coughing politely into my hand. The hallway that lead to the sitting room was unnaturally long, we passed door after door. Coming from one door, I heard the most beautiful piece of music that has ever reached my ears. The notes seemed to flow around me, echoing the feelings of someone's soul.
Without a thought my feet moved towards the sound, it was like I was watching myself move and not knowing how to stop. The room I entered was huge and open; one whole side was a window. The walls were white and the floor the lightest of woods. The room only held three instruments a piano, a harp and a violin.
The glorious music that had drawn me here was coming from the piano, here a boy sat hunched over and concentrated as his fingers flew over the ivory keys. I was stunned, how could one person string together such an intricate piece of music? I looked closer and saw the boy was Edward. I small gasp escaped my lips, could he be any more perfect, he embodied the perfect male. The music suddenly cut off and the room was covered in silence.
Edward turned on the piano bench and saw me standing there frozen. I could feel the blush cover my face and neck; this was more embarrassing then falling. Suddenly he smiled at me, standing up from the piano bench he strode over so he standing right in front of me.
"Hello Miss Isabella." He said smoothly picking up my left hand and kissing the back of it. "Welcome to my home."
"Hello Mr. Mason..."
"Please call me Edward." He interrupted, smiling at me.
"Edward." I murmured. "That was the most beautiful piece of music I have ever heard. Who wrote it?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. I know I sounded too blunt but that was one of my tragic flaws. He chuckled a soft, musical chuckle that made my breathing slow.
"I would be the composer." He said, sweeping into a deep bow. My mouth dropped open with an audible gasp.
"You wrote that?" Awe heavy in my tone. He chuckled at my expression.
"Yes, playing piano is the only way I find peace in my house." I could believe that. Even when I thought he couldn't get any better, he did.
"Would you like me escort you to the tea room, your friend Mary is going to wonder where you are." How did he know Mary's name? Someone of his status would never know her name.
"That would be lovely. Mary is probably panicking right now." Without need for any further encouragement he took my hand and pulled me out of the room and down the hall. I felt a strange electrical shock run up my arm from his touch, deciding to forget about it I followed him obediently.
"When I was little I would always get lost in these halls." Edward said out of the blue, as we turned yet another corner.
"I would too, but I would have probably fallen down." He chuckled quietly. As we turned around another corner I started to wonder where we were going. I never strayed this far from the direction of the room...did I?
"Here we are." Edward said, coming to a halt in front of a white door. He knocked once and we both stood waiting for someone to open the door. Before the door opened I remembered my hand was still in Edwards, quickly I ripped it form his, feeling that strange emptiness when it was gone. The door opened and Mrs. Mason stepped out looking back and forth between Edward and me.
"Edward, dear, what brings you to this wing of the house?" She asked
"Isabella." he gestured to me. "Got lost and I found her. I thought she would be missed so I escorted her back." His mother smiled at me, it was far from a warm smile, I could feel a strong feeling of hate emanating off her.
"Well come in Isabella." I walked quickly in the room, turning around to wave at Edward. Edward dipped his head minusculely in response. I turned around to see every other woman in the room staring at me. I ducked my head in embarrassment and walked over to Mary sitting down beside her. I saw Mrs. Mason enter the room behind me and stand in front of the group.
"As I was saying before we were interrupted. My son Edward is turning seventeen in a month and a half..."I tried to hide the shock that was probably evident on my face. I would have pinned Edward as twenty-two, not seventeen. He was too mature and held himself like a gentlemen. "...For his birthday party I was going to invite four of you girls. I'm looking for a girl who's just right for my Edward." She said proudly, as if he was a slab of meat being sold to a hungry family.
"Mrs. Mason." I said, she turned her head to look at me.
"Yes? Eleanor was it?" She sneered.
"No it was Isabella." She scowled at me, not liking being corrected. "Well shouldn't your son choose the girl he wants to be with, I mean it is his life." I said nervously. I don't know what brought me to defend Edward, but I felt like I needed to.
"It is not his choice. I brought him into this world and I don't want to see him marrying some poor excuse of a lady." I knew she was talking to me, but I was going to take the high road. I smiled at her.
"I had a wonderful time here Mrs. Elizabeth, but I have chores to do for my mother. It was nice to see all of you. Mary?" I stood up holding my hand out for Mary, she took it and together we left the tea room.
Thank you for all your wonderful reviews I appreciate them. Please keep reviewing it keeps me writing. I am changing the name of this story to 'I shall believe' because Love in 1918 is just too general. Thats a personal opinion.
LilyAlice
