A/N: I don't own Twilight. Any similarities or references belong to their own persons.

From Rosalie's pov

The Forks Cullen house hasn't changed much since the last time I've been here. Granted, that time was less than three months ago. Emmett and I make a point to come back to Forks often, just to check up on my mom and all of our other friends.

I think somewhere in the back of our heads we both secretly hoped and dreaded the day our paths would possibly collide with hers. For the past six years we've been anticipating the moment when we would all meet again. It hasn't happened yet.

Bella Swan hasn't returned to Forks since she'd left. The ultimate betrayal any small town kid could do to its friends and family. Sure, we all talked about leaving and never coming back, but none of us had been so cruel as to actually do it. Poor Charlie. I'd always wondered why she'd never come back.

Was it because of Emmett? Was it because of me? Was it because of her mom? Or was it because New York was just so much fun that she couldn't bear to leave it? Deep down I knew that I was the last person in Forks that deserved to know the answer.

The fact that Bella never came back will always irk me.

I had always expected her to. I had always hopped that one-day we would run into each other at the park and I could explain everything to her. She would be angry, I would be upset, and soon enough we would make up and be B & R again. I had stopped believing that by the end of freshman year. I figured that she had probably shut me out of her mind like how she'd so easily done to her mom by then.

Six years later and my thoughts of reconciliation are nowhere near plausible.

At first, it was hard to be in the Cullen house knowing that every time I had been there previously, Bella was also present. I think it was hard for Esme too. I can't help but think that even to this day, when she sees me in her son's arms she mentally pictures me as a brunette with warm brown eyes rather than a blonde with piercing blue ones.

I put the final pin in my hair and walk downstairs to meet the rest of the family. In the dining room, I walk in to find Alice, Edward and Jasper eating club sandwiches, all three of them completely concentrated on the cellphones in their hands.

"How sociable you three are," I note wryly.

Alice looks up from her Blackberry sheepishly and turns it off. She gives me a quick lookover and nods approvingly. "You look great. Blue really suits you."

I grin at her and sit down in front of her, leaving the chair to my left empty. Alice and I had met in ASU. We were roommates and once she found out I was dating her brother well the two of us became inseparable.

"Everything suits her," corrects Emmett as he comes out of the kitchen holding two plates full of food. "Hey babe." He whispers into my ear before planting a kiss on my cheek and sitting down beside me on the large rectangular table.

Jasper sneers from the other side of the table. "Dude, can you not? That's my sister man." I snort at his conservative ways and thank heaven that Alice is slowly bringing him out of the military-style routine he developed in Texas. The two of them meeting at ASU was probably the highlight of my life.

Not only did I get my brother back, but also he got a girlfriend who just happened to be related to the guy I'm dating. Honestly, what more could a girl ask for.

"Good morning kids."

Esme and Carlisle walk out of the kitchen and join us for lunch. We are all dressed up and honestly look like a pretty gorgeous family. We'll probably be the most attractive family at the wedding.

One year after we had all left for ASU, Esme had gotten back together with Carlisle. She had apparently decided that living with all her kids together meant more to her than a betrayal done a few years ago. Esme was a saint and firmly believed that everyone deserved a second chance.

I remembered times when Bella would go on and on ranting about how much of an awful person Carlisle was for what he had done to Esme and couldn't help but wonder how she would feel knowing this.

Of course, Bella Swan will never know because Bella has never come back and probably never will.

We all continue on eating quietly until Esme breaks the silence. "Do you think Isabella will be at the wedding?"

Emmett sits up straight and glances at me with wide eyes, clearly dreading the possibility.

I take his hand from underneath the table and squeeze it comfortingly. "I doubt it. It's been six years and she hasn't come back yet."

Esme looks at me and nods hollowly.

Jasper glances up and frowns. "It is her dads wedding though, why wouldn't she come?"

"Wait who's Isabella?" Asks Edward, finally looking up from his phone.

"She's my ex, bro."

Edward glances at me and smirks teasingly. "Scared Rose?"

"Of course she's not scared," snaps Alice. "And Isabella probably won't be in attendance. She hasn't RSVP'd."

Despite Alice's reassuring words, I still feel a twinge of worry and excuse myself to go get some air out on the porch.

A wedding was never the place to do this. The reunion between the two of us was something I didn't wish to happen now. Five years ago would've been perfect. We both would've been in college, financially and professionally in the same boat.

Now who knows what she's like? Six years can really change a person. Maybe she's married to a rich guy like Lauren Mallory, or pregnant with her third child like Jessica Stanley.

Either way, I'm sure she's not a college dropout with no degree and no job at 23.

"She's not going to be there you know."

I turn around and see Alice standing in the doorway, her small frame barely taking up half the door.

"You can't know that for sure, Alice."

"Actually, I can. Charlie and Sue left me the task of doing the guest list and mailing the invitations. She doesn't even know her dads getting married."

I gape at Alice with my mouth wide open. "You're serious? Oh my god, Alice."

"What?" She asks defensively. "This is my first major project, and I wanted you all there. There's no way I'm letting a scorned brat create drama at my first real job!"

I can't help but let out a laugh. "She's really not a bad person, Ali."

Alice shrugs. "I don't like her, and if she really did care about her dad she would've seen him sometime in the last six years."

Despite the twinge of guilt I feel in the pit of my stomach, I can't help but agree with her and the two of us join the others back in the house.

Within an hour and a half, we're all at the beach waiting for the ceremony to start. Alice is somewhere with Sue, whereas we are all seated on the third row of the groom's side: the side with the most vacant seats.

Edward leans over to me and pokes me to capture my attention.

"What?"

"Tell me more about this Isabella Swan."

"There's nothing to tell," I hiss, annoyed. Even when she's not here people care about her more. "She and I were best friends since we were little girls and she dated Emmett all throughout high school. During the summer after senior year, her and Emmett kind of fizzled out, he and I got together and we all went our respective ways to college."

Edward blinks twice. "Basically, you ran away with your best friends boyfriend?"

I sneer up at him. "No, I didn't run away with her boyfriend. Fuck off, Edward."

You kind of did.

Fuck off inner voice, I think to myself.

Edward, as if he could read my thoughts, throws his head back and laughs. "And you say I'm the asshole."

"You are," I snap. "Maggie cried for weeks after you dumped her." I recall.

"Maggie was way too clingy for my taste," he answers back. Edwards green eyes dart behind me and widen before darkening. "Who's that?"

I turn around and gasp, causing all the other members of the family to turn around as well. There she was. "Bella."

Edward chokes on thin air. "That's Bella? Dude, you dumped that?"

"Shut up, Edward."

Their banter barely registers in my head. There she was, flawless, beautiful and wearing an outfit worth more than what I have in my bank account. She attracts attention without wanting it, just like when we were younger. Just by looking at her you can see how successful the move was to her. How much good it had done. New York hadn't broken her, it had done nothing but make her better. She wasn't even smiling and I could tell that she was happy. Nothing in her face showed that she was sad, or missing Forks. Missing me, or my mom, or my dad, or Emmett. Bella Swan is a thing that cannot be broken.

She is perfection, and she always has been. I've always been jealous of it. I took a person from her and she still came out a champion.

She is unbreakable, simply perfection. As always.

And I, compared to her, am nothing. As always.

A/N: Your reviews were so amazing I just felt like I had to give you a little gift. A trip inside Rosalie's head. The next chapter will continue the story, in Bella's pov and I'll try to have it up soon.

Love you all, keep the reviews coming. – A.