Disclaimer: I do not own twilight but I would happily trade my little sister for Jasper!
Rosalie's P.O.V.
"Who would you like to talk to first my dear?" Emmett asked, still playing the part of the perfect gentlemen.
"Perhaps we should start with Merina? Someone we already know." I suggested. The vampire had seemed fairly nice and I wasn't so nervous around her. Looking around the beautiful room it was easy to forget I wasn't in a different time. Maybe I could pretend I was in one of those books I had read so often for just one night?
I placed my best smile on my face as I walked across the room towards the sandy blonde hair. It was now held up in an elegant bun. Sadly, she was standing next to Heidi much to my displeasure. I didn't like Heidi, and from what I could tell not many people did. Merina was the only person that talked to her it seemed.
"Hello Merina," I with my smile still in place, finally close enough to take in her dress. It was simple and white, with pearls lining the chest area. It was almost like an old bride's dress; Very beautiful indeed.
She gives a smile back my way but I can't help but notice it seems slightly forced as she looks back and forth from me to Heidi. "Hello Heidi," I say politely though I really don't want to talk to her. She, on the other hand just flips her brown hair over her shoulder as she stares at Emmett. Our arms are still linked and he gives me a reassuring squeeze, or maybe it's just to remind me that he's actually there.
"Merina, Heidi, this is Emmett McCartney," I introduced the bulk of a man beside me.
Emmett smiles and his dimples show, "It's a pleasure." Somehow, my heart jumps to life when he shows his dimples, though I do much to protest. Trying to constrict my chest muscles as to stop it; but it didn't help, it only left me with the disability to breathe.
"Nice to meet you Emmett," Heidi smiles for the first time, letting her eyes rake over my date. This isn't a date. I reminded myself with more reluctance than I would ever care to admit.
Merina just nodded her head towards Emmett it acknowledgement and begins talking to me again. "So, do you like your dress?"
"I love it!" I tell her, brushing off some nonexistent dirt from the side, "It's breathtaking!"
Marina's smile grew wider, but her eyes were shyer as he looked down at the ground, "I designed them myself."
My mouth hung open for a second and I gaped at her. "You designed this?" I asked, running my hand over the somewhat rough netting.
She just nodded. "You're welcome to keep it if you want. It looks stunning on you."
I felt a familiar heat rush up into my face and knew that the fake blush and real blush were now intermixing. "Thank you very much, for everything."
"Mostly it's just my job," she insisted humbly. "Well, we must go." She said- dragging Heidi after her- Though Heidi sent a reluctant smile Emmett's way. Had they been talking this entire time?
I saw Elizabeth and she waved to me in her red dress. I was dragged throughout the ballroom as Emmett introduced us to many beautiful people in amazing dresses. None of the conversations were nearly as interesting as the one I had with Merina and Heidi and I went straight to autopilot. I was half there, though nobody would ever notice.
My father had been a rich business man and I was constantly brought to balls and other various events against my will. He treated me like a precious family heirloom though I doubt that he would have if I hadn't looked so much like her; the woman who left us. The woman I personally never wanted to meet because she betrayed both of us and you can't take back time. The point of the matter was that I could introduce myself politely and socialize in my sleep. In fact, I'm sure that I did do it in my sleep on occasion.
Emmett was introducing me to all these new people but my mind was somewhere far, far away back to my father. Would he think that I had left like my mother before him? Surely he would know that I would never do that to him. I was nothing like the cold hearted bitch that left us alone. The woman I was unfortunate enough to call my mother.
Though Cami tried to sympathize, I knew she never really could. She had no memories of our mother. She was only one when the traitor left us after all. However, when I stretch my mind, I can still remember her leaving.
Flashback
I sat down on my tiny little timeout bench that I used at more of a toy than an actual place for punishment. I remember begging my mom to let me keep the wooden structure. We had been at what ever store it was and I clung to the thing, holding it in my grasp when she tried to pick me up, it came along with me.
"I can't take this anymore!" my mother yelled at my father. They were both in there room. Cami was playing with her kitchen set, though she had no idea what she was really doing. She stopped in place and toppled over to me and sat down on the bench.
My father's long, gusty sigh cold be heard, "Don't do this Amelia. The children are just down the hall, they can hear ever word your saying."
Mommy laughed light-heartedly, "Not even the children could keep me here any longer?"
I furrowed my tiny blonde eyebrows and hugged Cami tight around the shoulders. She tried to bight me, she was teething but I held on tight and she couldn't reach me. A three year old Ryan came over from his spot on the couch and hugged me.
"What are you saying?" my father said, his tone falling.
Mommy scoffed now. "I'm saying that I will leave them behind if that's what it takes to get away. I don't want to waste my life like this."
"So your saying that you are more important than those angels in the other room? Our children? What about Ryan, who is going to tuck him in at night and disapprove of all of his girlfriends? And Rosalie: who is going to be there when she needs to get ready for prom? And Cami: who is going to braid her hair and teach her all the things that apply to beauty products? Who is going to be the mother that they need?" he asked.
Cami stopped trying to bite me at the mention of her name and she turned to look at the bedroom door.
There was a long pause before she replied. My heart lurched for her response. "Definitely not me."
The white door of the bedroom opened up and my mother dragged out her suitcase and walked to the front door. She was beautiful, as always, even after crying. Her short, blonde hair hung down to her cheeks, accenting her high cheekbones.
"What's wrong mommy?" Cami wiggled out of my grasp and grabbed onto my mothers skirt.
My mother sighed heavily. "Let go Camile."
"Mommy, what's wrong?" the small girl asked again. Her thick auburn hair fell into her face.
Roughly, my mother removed Cami's hand and let go, causing her to stumble backwards. Ryan helped her up off the ground and literally spat at the woman I had once called mother. Even at the age of two I realized that she wasn't my mother any more. Amelia, the name I heard my dad call her was a more suitable name. It wasn't till I was older that I realized that even Amelia didn't suit her. I believe cold hearted bitch was a better match.
End Flashback
We walked away from a very foggy dinner and Emmett dropped me off at Alice's room. Emmett gave me a chaste kiss and I glared at him. He was going to get distracted. "Eye on the prize Emmett," I warned him.
"My eyes are on the prize," he stared for a second but then walked away quickly, leaving me dumbfounded.
