Make Way for Her Highness
Stepping out of the car, her pale hair fell like waves past her shoulders, the voluminous tresses gleaming in the sunlight. A jean dress and black leggings hugged her every curve.
While Edward had seen her once in Esme's thoughts, beholding her in person was a completely different experience. Emmett's mouth had fallen ajar and Jasper's breath had halted. The discomfort of the itchy Sunday suits Carlisle had forced them to wear was suddenly forgotten.
"Edward, Jasper, Emmett," Esme smiled and extended her arm sideways. "This is my daughter Rosalie."
Jasper clicked his heels together and bowed deeply. "A pleasure to meet you."
Edward offered a far more awkward bow as well, but poor Emmett seemed stuck in a trance. The girl was drop dead gorgeous.
Crossing her arms under her sizable chest, she quirked an unimpressed eyebrow at the boys. They stared back like a trio of deer caught in the headlights.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Rosalie," Esme spoke sweetly. "Remember what we talked about."
The blond beauty rolled her eyes heavenward. "Fine," she huffed. "Nice to meet you or whatever. Now can we please go inside? It's not even sixty degrees out here," she addressed to Carlisle.
He didn't appear the least bit bothered by her attitude. "Our home is yours, my dear."
She shot him a look of blatant irritation then flicked her head and strode forward. Emmett, Edward, and Jasper kept their eyes glued to her hips until she disappeared inside. Esme sighed.
"Please pardon her, Carlisle. I'm afraid she's still upset about the spying incident."
The doctor wrapped an arm around her shoulders and nuzzled her brown hair. "It's alright. Seems the boys have already taken a liking to her."