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Chapter 4- coincidence

POV: Bella

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Bella

Last night, I dreamt of my mystery man with those strange beautiful eyes that held secrets beneath them. Secrets that can be unlocked by the one who will be there for him. Forever. Secrets that may or may not be unveiled but, will be unveiled by and for the love of his life.

Hopefully, I will see those eyes, that untidy hair, and those soft lips, again.

But, I can only hope, for the future is not set in stone. But, maybe just maybe destiny will be on my side.

When I got to work, I was tackled by Rosalie. Rosalie and I have been friends—best friends, ever since I work here, at the magazine.

She's one of the designers' and occasionally the models.

"Bella!" she cried, squeezing the living daylights out of me. I swear, she's just like her husband; Emmett.

"Rosalie! I… Can't… Breathe." I struggled to get out, in between gulps of air. She defiantly had a good grip that's for sure.

"Oops." She said, apologetically. Stepping away with her hands behind her back.

"Sheesh. How did you get so strong?" I asked rubbing my arms. I looked at my arms, then did a double- take. Ouch. That was going to bruise.

"Well.. ya know, pumpin' some iron, in my free time," She said smugly, flexing her so called 'muscles' I rolled my eyes. Yeah right, I thought. Rosalie is the last person to be 'pumping iron' as she says. Maybe it's because of all the shopping bags she carries around.

"So, why did you tackle me back there?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips, and arching one eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm just so happy for my brother-in-law!" She squealed, holding her hands to her heart. Now I was interested, I pushed my hand threw my hair and sighed. I didn't want it to look like I was that interested.

"Ok, so did he get married or something?" I asked, sizing her expression. She looked happy for someone else. For once. Usually she never cares… this must be good…

"No… not yet." She said, smiling. " He me someone. He can't get her off of his mind! It's so adorable! But, you know what the best part is?" She whispered, looking around her to make sure no one was listening.

"Uh… what?" I asked, puzzled. And… slightly anxious.

"The girl works her! She's a journalist!" She started jumping up and down "We work with her!" She squealed. I shushed her. She looked around and sniffed straitening out her Gucci dress.

" I can probably think of who it might be," I laughed "Jessica Stanley," She was the only other journalist who didn't focus on her work. I don't know why she hasn't been fired, but it's probably because my boss is an old fart who can't get a date.

And Jessica say's she 'charms' most men. That they all come running to her.

Oh puh-lease.

"No. No. That doesn't fit his description. He said brown eyes, and brown hair… it's more like… No way! Your kidding me! I know who it is!" She covered her mouth with her hand in shock. I was getting more anxious by the second. I pulled her hand away from her mouth.

"Who?!" I yelled, getting strange looks from people. I rolled my eyes at them.

"It you!" She yelled. Then, everything clicked.

Her brother-in-law is Edward. Her twin; Jasper, is married to his sister, which is Rosalie's sister-in-law. And Jasper's wife is Alice; Emmett and Edward's sister. Confusing? I think yes.

Wait—they all know each other? So, Edward was talking about a Rosalie who was married to his brother Emmett, and that Rosalie happen's to my friend.

No way. That's just to weird—no—it's a coincidence.

"So, your brother-in-law is Edward?" I whispered, in a barely audible , somehow she heard. She nodded eagerly. I looked at my clock. Crap—I'm gonna be late!

"Rose I have to go. It's already eight. And I have to be in by 8:05." I said. We were currently in the parking lot so I had a quick way to get to work on time. But only if I ran. Which is not good for me. Because im a klutz. Unfortunately.

"Ok bye hon. Your coming to my house, because we are going over to Edward's tonight. Meet me at my place. Wait when do you get off of work?" She asked. Wait—when do I get off of work? Think. Think! Oh yeah!

"I get off at two." I replied.

"Ok, I get off at three. Meet me at my house at four. Love ya! I know the perfect outfit and everything!" She yelled, and ran in the doors of her building. She ran gracefully and I was so jealous. That is something I will never be; graceful.

I walked fast looking down so I wouldn't trip over anything. When I got into the doors of my building the only thought I had on my mind was:

What a coincidence.

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An: Ok, there's chapter 4! I will try and have chapter 5 out tomorrow.

Next chapter: Dinner at Edwards

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