Emmett quickly grabbed the sheets of paper, and I ran up to my room and got my car keys. We had to act fast to get the girls back.

BPOV

We quickly grabbed our stuff, three of us still sobbing uncontrollably and ran as fast as we could out the building and hailed a taxi. A few guards stopped us along the way but we just brushed them off and continued to run.

"What the hell is up with rich people, seriously? They think because they're loaded means that they can boss people around, make them move in, and suddenly kick them out?" Rosalie roared in the cab.

"Calm down Rose, they're ignorant," said Alice.

Rosalie took a few deep breaths, and calmed down. The taxi ride to the airport was silent, we were still fuming at the boys. There was a massive "vroom" in the middle of the highway, and Rose being the car freak she is, stuck her head out the window to examine it.

"Volvo S60R," she muttered.

I sat to the left of Rosalie, and I stuck my head out, full of curiosity, to see who was driving my dream car. I saw all of the three brothers' side view, and there was no way in hell that I couldn't have recognized them.

"MOTHER ****, it's the Masens!" I yelled.

"Language!" Alice yelled back at me. The driver was chuckling to himself.

Then everyone went dead silent, and we simultaneously put on our sunglasses to cover up our faces. The taxi arrived at the airport in no time, and we ran to the counter, and got our tickets. We ran to the gate as fast as we could, the Louis Vuitton carrier bags Alice got for our 16th birthdays slung onto our shoulders swinging. Suddenly, a strong, firm hand gripped onto mine, and pulled me back.

"You're not going anywhere."

An amazing velvety voice mumbled softly into my ear, and strangely, it captivated me, and made me feel vulnerable , like the first time a senior winked at me when I was a junior, like when I went out the first time a guy alone. It felt weird but surprisingly, I liked the feeling.

I spun around to face no other person than the Edward Cullen , and he looked like incredible, like a god, and I couldn't help but become hypnotized.

He shoved the papers in my face frantically, I looked, I couldn't believe my in front of me, on this piece of paper, it stated that I really was one of Carlisle and Esme's daughters.

I looked around just in time to see Rose being confronted by Emmett, and Jasper trying persuading Alice that we really were their daughters.

"I'm sorry Isabella, I'm sorry for making assumptions about you. I'm sorry, I really, truly am. Will you forgive me?" He whispered softly. I stared at him blankly for a while, debating with myself about whether if I should forgive him or not. He continue to make puppy dog eyes at me, silently pleading for my forgiveness.

I stared intently into his emerald green eyes, and they seemed to turn darker as they stared into mine, with such remorse and sadness, and want?

I give up. I forgive him. Who can't resist those puppy dog eyes?

"I forgive you,"

EPOV

I held her hand, and felt something special, something I had never felt before.

A spark? Maybe.