My wrist was awfully sore as I twisted it clockwise and anti-clockwise. I stared at the handsome man who was walking away from me in an anger that formed unexplainably. I didn't understand why he was so mad at me.

Tanya & Kate were right there, watching our interaction. My other hand supported my sore wrist. They ran over to me with horrified eyes.

"Isabella, are you alright?" Kate asked in a small voice. She looked down at my wrist and winced. "That bruise is really bad."

I didn't realise there was a bruise. There was a purple that was quickly spreading. I looked like I was probably struggling in handcuffs.

I almost forgot the reason why I came to find them and removed my hands from their view. They quickly looked up at me.

"You know what's happening," I said menacingly. "What am I doing here?"

"It's your first time travelling." Tanya whispered, glancing at Kate. "Finally."

They shared a smile. I wondered what was so good about it.

"I'm still waiting for an answer, you know." I glared at the both of them.

Kate huffed. "Ever so impatient, aren't you, Bella?"

"So you've met me. Before. In different eras." I stated.

"Well yes, obviously." She replied. "Now, what do you need?"

I took a deep breath. "Take me home. Take me back to my time. Please." I begged.

Kate swallowed, raising her eyebrow. "Well that's new."

Tanya glared at her sister. "Keep quiet! It's her first time!" She looked at me and softened her eyes. "I'm utterly sorry for dragging you into a situation you never wanted to be in."

"Why am I here?" I let my walls down and showed my vulnerable, scared self to the two women who were responsible for my being here. I shivered in fear and tears threatened to spill. "Why... why?"

Kate hugged me. "Oh Bella, you shouldn't be so sad. Look at it this way— you've got a gift from your ancestors. Your female relatives, even the distant ones, are clients of our store. Your ancestor volunteered herself towards this beautiful and amazing journey and gave her descendants a wonderful opportunity to relive their past lives."

At least one question was answered. "If it's like that, why would my mother not allow me to come here?"

I couldn't read the emotion that flickered across her beautiful face, but she still gave me the answer I needed. "Your mother refused to go back in time when something horrible happened in what she decided was her last trip ever."

My mother was basically just trying to protect me, then. She didn't want me to experience anything horrifying like she did. What did she experience, though? I didn't want to ask Tanya or Kate. It was my mother's story to tell.

"How do I... get back home?" I asked.

Kate let me go and shook her head. "We don't control the dress. The dress picks when to bring you back to your time. We have nothing to do with it. We're just caretakers."

"So... you don't know when I might be able to go back home?" I pursed my lips.

She shook her head again. "Sorry."

Tanya bit her lip. "Perhaps you'd like to change out of the dress. It clearly stresses you out."

I nodded and told them I'd see them soon. They left not long after that.

I went into the bedroom again, glancing at Rosalie. She was busy taking tiny sips of her tea. She put it down and stood up.

"Isabella, honestly... what's the problem?" She asked. "You can tell me anything! I'm your friend."

Before she could do anything else, she stared at my hand. She gasped. "Who did that to you?" She growled.

I instantly became frightened of her. "It's nothing... It's just—"

"It's Edward, isn't it?" She interrupted me.

So that man was Edward, my fiancé? How could he be so... rough on me? I didn't understand why we were to be married soon.

"I just... I just..." I couldn't come up with a lie. I was staring at my bruised wrist. I couldn't think of anything.

She sighed. "I'm letting you off this time. Next time, I'm confronting him."

I frowned. "Why are we getting married to each other?"

"He was courting you, so he talked to your father and now you both are engaged. You said yes, of course." She rolled her eyes. "You both have such a dysfunctional relationship. You are so afraid of him, but you love him. He loves you, but he's always angry at you for a reason that I don't know."

Dysfunctional, indeed. I wondered what drove him to such limits.

"Hey Rose, can you help me pick out a dress? I need to change." I told her. She drifted towards a big wardrobe and opened it. It creaked loudly and I gritted my teeth.

She searched through the wardrobe and took out an ice blue dress with a hobble skirt. The silk material under the ice blue floral lace was a tone darker than the lace. Its sleeves were off the shoulders and ended right below where my elbows were supposed to be.

"How about this one?" Rosalie felt the material and sighed contentedly.

"It's gorgeous," I replied. She immediately pushed me behind the clothes divider. I removed my dress and was having some trouble lacing up the loosened corset. My stomach felt like dying in it.

Rosalie heard my groans. "Isabella? Do you need help?"

I sighed in relief. "Yeah. Just tie the lace up."

She picked up the ribbons laced on my corset and started pulling on it so hard I felt my stomach being sucked in. I knocked against the hard piece of undergarment and tried to breathe normally.

"It's all done." Rosalie said. "Time for the dress."

I slid it on me from above and it glided against my skin, not showing any difficulties. The corset probably helped.

"You look beautiful, darling," Rosalie sniffed. "Give me a hug. I think I know how I'd react when I see you in your wedding dress."

I walked stiffly towards Rosalie and wrapped my arms around her. I felt her silky golden hair beneath my fingertips and got jealous. She was way more beautiful than me, even if I was in this stunning dress.

"Let's go for dinner now," she smiled. "I'll bet you would be a stunner at the table."

"Why am I wearing such a beautiful dress to dinner at home?" I asked. "And what happened to lunch?"

"You slept through lunch, and this dinner isn't any ordinary dinner." She explained. "This is a formal one. Edward's parents are coming over."

"Oh." I just said. There were more people I needed to meet. Perfect.

She didn't need to change. She already looked dazzling in her soft buttercup yellow dress. She removed her large hat and her bunned up golden hair fell to her chest.

"Ugh, I shouldn't wear this in indoors, but I forgot about it." She did her hair up into a twist and straightened her dress.

"You're coming?" I asked.

"Yes!" She replied. "I'm your bridesmaid and Edward's cousin. Of course I'm invited to the dinner!"

She was Edward's cousin? I was discovering so many things in one day that my brain was hurting.

I frowned. "Alright. Let's go. We can't be late and we can't ditch at the last minute."

She led me into the dining room, which was huge with a high ceiling. A chandelier was hung right in the middle of the rectangle ceiling and the table was made out of polished rosewood. China plates and cups were placed very accurately beside each other and gold forks and spoons were placed together.

The dining table was seated with people already. I recognised my parents immediately, although it felt strange that they were here too but they weren't the ones back in my time.

Reneè stood up and hugged me. My heart was filled with warmth. "You look breathtaking, Isabella."

"Thanks Mom." I instantly replied. She pulled back and gave me a strange look. "I... I mean... Mother. Yeah."

She let me go and I gave my father Charlie a peck on the cheek. He smiled through his moustache.

I found Edward sitting beside an empty chair, which I quickly sat down at. Edward called my name.

"Isabella." He said, and my head snapped up towards his direction. His eyes were still cold with hatred and anger.

"What do you want?" I hissed. I held the wrist where I got my bruise.

He saw my sudden movement and his eyes caught a glimpse of the bruise. I hid my hand behind my back.

"Don't hide it from me!" He said in a low threatening tone like just now.

I brought my hand back out again and he examined it. He touched the bruise and I flinched. He looked into my eyes and for the first time ever, I could actually see his eyes soften.

"I did this to you, didn't I?" He whispered. I was so dazzled by the way the hostile haze had finally cleared up and I could see him in another light.

I nodded, dazed.

He was careful not to touch the bruise again and he grabbed my uninjured hand, standing up. I stood up too and followed wherever he was going to. We ended up in a kitchen and he opened up what seemed to be an old version of a refrigerator. He slipped out a handkerchief from his pocket and grabbed three ice cubes with it. He wrapped them with the handkerchief and raised my wounded wrist again.

He placed it on the wrist and I hissed at the sudden change of temperature. He lifted the handkerchief again. "Sorry," he muttered. He slowly put it back on my wrist. "How do you feel now?" He whispered.

"I'm fine." I replied. The bruise was starting to feel numb. He slowly lifted my wrist above my heart.

"Isabella, I'm sorry for hurting you like this," he looked deep into my eyes.

I gave him a soft smile. "This bruise is nothing."

His face was coming closer and closer towards mine and his lips pressed against my cheek. A stronger surge of electricity flowed through us and I flushed. After two minutes, we went back into the dining room. I now felt like I didn't want to leave for home anytime soon, and it was all because of a certain mesmerizing pair of green eyes.

Bella has finally seen the light. *cue angelic voices*

So what do you think will happen soon, hmm? Leave some comments below! I like hearing from all of you.

Scarlett