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11.
BPOV
"Miss Swan! How is the speech coming along?"
I pause, waiting for Professor Banner to catch up.
"Good," I smile "It took a while to find inspiration but I'm on a roll at the moment. I'm actually going back to edit it now."
The speech was coming together nicely. After spending three days in a complete meltdown; agonising over what I should talk about, I feel like I have come up with a nice balance that resulted in a personal, relatable yet completely academic and sophisticated tone, appropriate for an audience of both my superiors and peers.
He grins at my confidence, "well if you need a second opinion, just email it to me through the University email address and I'll give it a look over."
"That would be great!" I enthuse, "how are the preparations for Saturday?"
Professor Banner's smile melts into a grimace, "there has been a few complications."
I furrow my brow in concern, "Oh?"
"Well between us Bella, we were supposed to have Benjamin Amun to come in as the guest speaker…"
"Benjamin Amun? The Benjamin Amun?" I ask in complete awe.
Benjamin Amun is one of my favourite authors and poets. He came to fame with his first book 'Fire and Wind' around six years ago, sweeping the International Best Sellers list, and becoming one of the youngest authors to ever become a millionaire. At thirty-three of age, Benjamin has eight best sellers under his belt – two of which have been made into Oscar winning adaptations. To say Benjamin Amun was a genius was an understatement.
"It wasn't easy to get a hold of him. Him and his wife Tia have been in Egypt for the last three months on an 'extended vacation'. When we finally got him to agree to speak at the Ball… well. You can imagine our joy. But…"
"But?"
Professor Banner's face scrunches up into an expression of pure displeasure "apparently he got a better offer."
"From where?" I wonder. Harvard perhaps? Or maybe another Ivy League…
"There's another event going on in the city Saturday. At the St Regis."
"That's so frustrating. It would have been incredible to listen to him speak."
"I know," he says with equal bitterness "we had him booked for months as well, but according to his agent, the Gala he is attending is being held by 'close family friends'."
He runs a hand through his black hair, "Thankfully, Dr. Molina has secured Alistair Adley as our new guest speaker – a miracle believe me."
I nod. I have heard of Alistair Adely as well – although he was relatively unknown in comparison to Benjamin. Alistair was a British linguist and academic, who has made some revolutionary breakthroughs in the English language. I couldn't help but hope however, that they wouldn't mention who the guest speaker originally was – it would be a massive disappointment otherwise.
"Anyway, on that note – I am off. Email me if you need another set of eyes though Bella."
"Yes, Sir."
As we part ways, my phone vibrates in my pocket – making me automatically stop. My heart hammers in my chest, at the thought of who could be calling.
I hadn't heard Edward's voice for a week now, but I have received few short but sweet texts. Every night, he would text me an adorable 'good night' message, along with beautiful words voicing his longing to see me.
He agreed – albeit very reluctantly – to give me space, so I could finish my speech and also act as a crutch to Alice as she comes to grips with her pregnancy. My heart ached to hear his voice, to see his face and to hold him in my arms. I have spent most of the week chasing sleep, as I wake up from dreams of us together. Loving each other.
It didn't take long for me to realise that I had forgiven him for whatever lie he had told me in the past, but that hasn't deterred me from my decision to focus first and foremost on the speech – a speech that many potential employers will be listening to. As soon as it is over however, nothing will stop me from going to him.
With this in mind I look hesitantly and admittedly, hopefully, at the caller id-
Dad Calling…
I cannot help but deflate slightly from the words, but soon a happy grin replaces my disappointed one.
"Hey Dad!"
"Bells!" A gruff voice says, a smile evident in his tone.
"How's it going at the station?"
"Y'know Forks, Bells" Charlie says good naturedly "nothing but the odd vandal and rare shoplifter. Mind you, why anyone would want to steal from Newton's Outfitter's is beyond me…"
"So you've been playing cards with Deputy Mark and Waylon all morning then." I summarise with a snicker.
"Hey!" He chuckles "We did manage to catch a streaker."
"Who the hell would streak in Forks?" I mean the place was under a constant cover of clouds and rain.
"Some poor sod called Colin from La Push. Apparently he was about to transform into his wolf form. The boy must have been high."
I outright laugh at that. I swear to God, it was times like this when I really miss the absurdity that is Forks, Washington.
"Anyway, how's the Big Apple? How is the speech going?"
Charlie had been ecstatic when he found out I would be delivering the annual speech. According to my stepmother Sue, he had been telling the whole town about how 'clever' his daughter is and 'how she must've gotten his grandfather's brains.' His bragging was reminiscent of when I had returned to Forks at seventeen and everyone knew my name before I even said it.
"It's going really well. I'm just tying up a few loose ends, but it will definitely be all done by Saturday."
We continued to chat about Saturday, and what the content of my speech entailed.
"Sounds good Bella. I'm so proud of you."
My cheeks brighten at his praise –the exact colour he was probably turning right now, "Thanks dad, you have no idea how much that means to me."
He clears his throat at my admission, most likely a little embarrassed but touched.
"Well, I was thinking… because I can't be there and to show you how proud I am…"
"Oh no, daaad" I groan, "What've you been up to?"
"I uh… well I may have transferred some money into your bank account."
I halt, shocked.
"You what?"
"Isabella Marie Swan, you never ask for anything. You worked your ass off for that scholarship so I already pay the minimum of your tuition, you have a job and your grades continue to amaze me. Let me do this one for you. Go buy yourself some fancy shamancy dress, and knock people off their feet."
Tears fill my eyes, but I blink them away.
"Daddy…" My voice wavers, "what about Leah? She'll be off to college soon. And then there's looking after yourself and Sue…"
"You are my baby girl Bella. Sue and I have got Leah covered, and don't you dare worry about us. Don't complain about this, for me."
"Thank you so much dad," I say softly, my voice getting lost in the cacophony of noise that surrounds me as I continue down the street.
"Anytime Bella" He coughs, effectively bringing the emotional moment to a close. "Now, how's this boy of yours?"
For the second time, my cheeks heat up. I told Charlie about Edward during our last phone call about two weeks into dating him. Charlie didn't have any idea about our… disagreement however, as he was too distracted by the news of the ball during our last chat.
"He's… okay."
"You sure about that?" he asks suspiciously, noticing my reticence.
I sigh, "we are kind of taking a temporary break at the moment…"
"What? Why? I thought you liked this boy! Did he do anything to hurt you? Shit. I knew I should have done a background check on him…"
"Dad! He hasn't done anything. Okay, he did but, I – well, I kind of overreacted. We are just having a breather so I'm not distracted on Saturday."
He harrumphed, "what he do?"
"There was a… misunderstanding," I say carefully "he didn't tell me about his past and then I found out about it and got a bit frustrated and well – left."
I wait for further expression of indignation towards Edward, but instead an amused chuckle filters through.
"What you laughing at?" I wonder in disbelief.
"I'm not laughing" he chortles, "its just such a… man thing to do."
"What do you mean?"
"Look Bella, men… we can be stupid creatures. We don't really know how to communicate how we feel or any of the important stuff. Well, most of us don't anyway. Now, take this from a man who has been divorced then single for twenty odd years, this Edgar, Edmund – whatever – probably wanted to tell you about his past, but he just didn't have the right words for it. And if it is that important, then the likelihood is, it's something that he isn't very comfortable with and wants to protect you from."
I digest my father's musings, completely stunned. Charlie has always been a man of few words, but what he says sounds so thoughtful and made so much sense.
"However," Charlie interjects "that doesn't mean that I won't bring out the rifle when he comes over."
I giggle over the image of Edward, cowering behind me as my dad, complete with his police badge and porno moustache, edges towards him with a gun.
"Thanks dad. That actually helps a lot."
"Don't get me wrong, the guy probably needs a kick up the ass. But maybe take it a little easy on him."
I smile softly, "I will. Love you dad. Thank you for everything."
"I love you too Bells."
…
"Hmmm…"
I ignored Alice's thoughtful utterance, clicking away on my computer.
"Ooh…"
I read over my final paragraph, analysing the syntax and word choice with perfect clarity. Maybe I should change that…
"Mmm…"
I look up in exasperation. We are both sat in the living room on opposite sides of the sofa; riveted by our respective laptops.
She seems completely engrossed by whatever she is looking at, so I return to my speech. Now, to conclude…
"Ugh."
I slam my computer down, "Jesus Alice!"
Alice's head snaps up, "what?"
"Can you stop muttering? I'm trying to work here!"
"But Bella!" Alice whines, "I am going through a huge dilemma here!"
I take a huge, cleansing breath; searching the depths of my being for some ounce of patience. In a vague attempt to appear supportive, I give her an encouraging smile – although, it comes out more like a grimace.
"What?"
"I can't find a vibrator that is even close to the perfection of Jasper's dick."
You can't hit her Bella. Remember – she's pregnant.
"Wouldn't it make more sense for you to stop avoiding Jasper and just have his actual dick?"
"But I can't! I can't have sex with him when he doesn't know I'm… y'know. It will just taint our magical lovemaking and make me feel guilty!"
"Then just fucking tell him?" I reason, throwing my hands up in frustration.
"But even then he won't have sex with me! He'll probably say he hates me for ruining his life and leave me. So, lets live in this blissful ignorance, and just help me fucking find a vibrator! I haven't had sex in two weeks and I am dying."
I felt so sorry for Jasper. He had stopped at the apartment three or four times this week, with flowers and flasks of homemade soup. Alice had told him that she had the bug and didn't want him to catch it. But I had seen the scepticism in his eyes on his most recent visit, when I made up yet another excuse to why he couldn't see her, the poor guy.
Shaking myself from my thoughts, I place my computer down on the coffee table and sit next to her.
"Now, this one is about the right size," she comments, pointing to a generously sized plastic cock "but the thickness isn't right. Then there's this one, but I don't really want a block colour. I kind of like the sparkly ones…"
"Oh, Jasper's dick sparkles?"
She looks up condescendingly "of course not Bella. But we have this ongoing joke about how he looks like one of those sparkly vampires from those films I liked when I was a kid."
"Okay – so let me get this straight. We are looking for an above average, sparkly, thick vibrator."
"Above average?" Alice asks affronted by the description.
I point to the first vibrator she had shown me, "it's that size?"
"Yeah…"
"It's not as big as Edward's."
She gasps, looking at me shocked, "He's bigger? Fuck! How are you still walking?"
I had told Alice all about that night after she had revealed all about her pregnancy.
To say that she was pissed off that I didn't tell her straight away is an understatement, but most of her anger was based on the fact that she was one of the reasons that I hadn't spoken to Edward face to face since that night…
"So, wait a minute. After weeks of waiting and wondering what his deal is with his family, when he finally agrees to fucking tell you – you leave and refuse to be told the truth until you've gotten your school work done, and made sure that I'm not still raging about the fact that I got knocked up?"
"Uh… yes?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No…"
Her silver eyes flared up from dumbfounded confusion to pure, unadulterated anger.
"Bella – you have always put other people before yourself. Then you finally meet the love of the life, and he when he wants to tell you something that obviously bothers him, at long last – THEN you decide that your selflessness must come into play and put a stopper to something that makes you truly and deliriously happy?"
"Alice…"
"Bella, I am not joking. I am fucking furious! You don't get it. I wasn't joking when I said he's the Blair to your Chuck. He's your fricking soul mate and everyone with eyes can see it!"
"Don't you think you are exaggerating?" I say meekly.
"You need to open your eyes Bella! Look, I appreciate you looking out for me and I totally respect the fact that you're a modern, independent woman who is willing to put her education and career before a man. But Edward is your destiny. I can see it in the way he looks at you. In the way you look at him. And I am not being cliché or over exaggerating or any other bullshit excuse you are trying to come up with right now! Get your head out of your ass, and go get your man!"
I sit up, looking her head on. She just doesn't get it!
"I will Alice. I love him more than anything – of course, I am not giving up on him. But I need to do this myself. I am not trying to prove that I am this strong woman and I don't need him. I think it's abundantly clear that I need him more than anything in this world. But everything – my energy, my concentration has been on Edward, to the point where he has become my whole world. I need to take a breather and concentrate on other things that are important to me, and yes – that is you and my schoolwork and my family. This is me, trying to create a healthy balance without any of his issues clouding my judgement."
After that she kind of eased up on me a bit, but she made no secret of the fact that she was totally Team Edward.
As if to confirm this statement, she gives me the side eye – "speaking of Edward, when are you finally going to put the boy out of his misery?"
"Once the speech is done. He is at a family event, but I'll just ask him to meet me at the apartment or something…"
"No!"
I gaze at her curiously, "No? I thought you wanted me to see him?"
She rolls her eyes, "Of course I want you to see him. But just text him after the speech and ask him to pick you up once you're finished. That way you'll be all dressed up and look totally gorgeous, and he'll forget all about what an idiot you both have been."
"Hello? I haven't been an idiot! I am making a mature decision that will ultimately help our relationship in the future."
"Idiot." She mutters, but I don't bother to refute her.
My phone buzzes making us pause. I glance at it, and an instant smile forms on my face-
Hey baby, Emmett is sick of my moping and has threatened to castrate me… is that enough motivation for you to come back to me? Jokes aside, I miss you like crazy. Hope the speech is going well though, thinking of you always –E xx.
I sigh longingly; and suddenly the ball can't come quick enough.
Seeing my reaction Alice looks more sympathetically "neither of you can stay away from each other long B. You need each other."
I nod sombrely.
"But to my previous point," she says in a brighter tone, trying to cheer me up "what are you going to wear?"
"I haven't got a clue. Charlie gave me money to get a dress but I have no idea what to get…"
"Let me get this straight… we have money that was purely given to be spent on a beautiful dress, with only two days until your ball?"
I nod.
"Then what are we still doing here? Lets going shopping!"
…
Shopping with Alice is lethal. If I ever wanted to live a slow and cruel death, this would be perfect. The girl was a fucking monster.
We had been everywhere. To places that I couldn't even afford, but which Alice insisted upon anyway. Apparently – they would set the bar on the style and quality we would want. Whatever the hell that means. All I want is to get out of Dior and into a place that I can actually purchase from, and go home to my wonderful bed and soft pyjamas.
"Bella! Try this one on!" Alice squeals, passing a long midnight blue gown to me.
"Excellent choice Miss Brandon," the attendant says in praise. I think her name is Jessica. She is probably laughing at us right now. I mean, what on earth are two students doing in fucking Christian Dior?
"Alice, this is so out of my budget…"
"Humour me Bella."
The dress is made from a velvety material and looks to be the colour of the night sky.
I slide into it, and it fits me like a glove. It's long sleeve, emphasising the slenderness of my arms. The material clings to my body, highlighting the curve of my breasts and creating the illusion of an hourglass figure, small waist and shapely hips. It's a figure that I have never really noticed before.
The fitted nature of the dress continues down my thighs before meeting my knee, and subtly moving outwards. There is a slit from the bottom towards the beginning of the flaring material creating an edge of sexiness as it gives a glimpse of my ghostly white legs. The classy yet sexy effect is made all the more palpable as the dress is completely backless, displaying the smooth lines of my back. The colour of the dress stands stark against my pale skin almost illuminating it.
I stare at the dress, seeing that in the light there is a clear shimmer making it almost the night sky. It is completely gorgeous, and I feel so… beautiful.
But shit its so out of my budget, over five hundred dollars to be exact.
"Bella, let me see, let me see!"
I inhale deeply, and walk out of the dressing room, holding my head up high. This is the only time I will get to wear this dress – might as well enjoy it.
"Holy shit" Alice breathes, holding her breath.
I stand up on the round platform, in front of tall mirrors that show the dress from every angle.
Even Jessica in all her grey-designer-suit glory seems to be speechless as she watches me twist and turn in the dress.
Alice circles around me, taking it in "it looks like it's tailor made for you," she says reverently "Your figure has always been to die for, but whoa… and your ass! Jesus Bella, you are hot!"
I blush, smoothing non-existent creases down the dress. The material feels heavenly against my palms, smooth and opulent.
"You have to get it" Alice says.
I turn to her; my eyes round like saucers "Alice I can't afford it. And I am definitely not asking Charlie. He's already given me five hundred dollars, and that's enough to get me a beautiful dress…"
"But this dress is perfect for you" she reasons, "I mean, it looks like it is literally made for you! The fit, the colour… Everything!"
"It doesn't matter. I haven't got the money."
Alice turns away from me decisively to Jessica "we'll take it."
I don't know who is more stunned – her or me.
"But-"
"I'll pay the rest."
"You will not!" I splutter "Alice! You can't! Please…"
She walks to me, and takes my hands between hers "Bella you have done so much for me. You were my first friend in New York and the only person who has ever looked past all my wealth and the fact that my parents are successful. You are also the first person to ever really encourage me to follow my dream and stick at fashion. And, even when you had a big argument with the love of life, you put your problems to the side to take care of me. It is the least I can do, to pay for you to look absolutely beautiful on Saturday. I love you B, you're my best friend."
A tear escapes down her cheek, and she swipes it away "stupid hormones."
I giggle, and hold her hands tighter "I don't even know how I will pay you back."
She beams at me "just continue being my bestest friend… and maybe one day you can do me a favour."
"Anything."
We fall into each other's arms and laugh together, completely and utterly carefree in that one moment.
…
Saturday, the night of the ball...
Good luck Angel, I miss you more than anything and wish you nothing but the best for tonight. I wish I could be there to support you, but know that you are the only thing that is in my thoughts. –E xx
My heart flutters, and I can feel myself shaking from anticipation. Tonight, we would put everything behind us and start anew. After a full week of separation, my whole being was desperate to be reunited with his, and I had come to realise how much I love him.
All the nerves on my body are set on edge, not at the prospect of public speaking but that at the end of the rainbow he would be there. I only hoped that he would forgive me for my total idiocy. Although he hasn't verbally shown any animosity towards me, I couldn't help but feel anxious. I've just left him hanging all this week, but I have to think – if I had cracked on my decision to have space, my speech may not have reached the standard it was supposed to. I needed this time to myself.
"Raise your chin."
I obediently tilt my face as Alice critically analyses my make up. She delicately touches my cheeks with the brush, dusting across them softly but purposely.
She pulls away completely, looking at my face "Okay! You are officially complete!"
"So its safe to look in the mirror now?" I tease lightly, Alice had removed all mirrors within my proximity since the start of my make over. Apparently it would "totally ruin the effect" if I had gotten an accidental glance.
It was really a good thing that I trusted Alice inexplicably otherwise I'd be scared shitless.
"Okay, close your eyes!" she claps her hands together.
I huff, but close them. She takes my hands and carefully leads me down the hallway. I walk slowly yet deliberately, knowing that the heels I was wearing were practically death traps. They were a pair from Alice's Jimmy Choo collection, and it was a real testament to how much faith she has in me. Alice was terrifyingly protective over her shoes.
And rightly so! I am wearing a pair of five-inch strappy sandals, covered in glittering silver. When Alice gave them to me, she was practically shaking… "These are my Lang sandals Bella… Lang. Please look after them."
"Right! You can look in three… two… one!"
She uncovered my eyes, and I found myself standing in front of a floor length mirror in Alice's mirror.
I stared at the girl in front of me, because – she couldn't be me.
The dress, as it was before – absolutely incredible in everyway. I couldn't believe how much it complimented the curves and lines of the girl's body. It looked even better now, as she stood at a taller height with the help of Alice's heels.
The girl in the mirror's skin was a creamy colour, and shimmered in the light. The slight bronzing of the eyelids and coating of mascara made her eyes pop, and made them look like chocolate rather than the usual shade of muddy brown.
Her lips were a dark red, and highlighted the shape of her mouth – the curve of her lower lip and heart-shaped upper lip.
Her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. I turn to the side, and it falls like a waterfall down her back, in gorgeous, shiny curls. Alice had also strategically placed diamante clips amongst the curls, adding a bit of sparkle. The hairstyle showed off the length of her neck, and the long, faux diamond-string earrings. A few tendrils curled around her face, in a gentle and romantic manner.
Everything was beyond perfect – from the make up and hair, to the dress and homemade French manicure. I wiggled my fingers loving the large sapphire jewel that Alice and I had bought from a novelty store for a mere five dollars. Although it was labelled costume jewellery, paired with the quality of the dress, it almost looked luxurious.
"Alice." I say in a broken whisper.
"Please don't cry," she pleads, even though there are a few errant tears trailing down on her own face "I put on waterproof mascara but I can't promise anything else with the rest of your make up."
"I love it! I don't look a thing like myself!"
She shook her head, "of course you look like yourself! You really don't see how gorgeous you are Bella. I have just emphasised it a little. It didn't take a lot, I had an excellent canvas."
I grin, "thank you so much…"
"Edward is going to flip when he sees you."
"I hope so," I look back into the mirror, feeling the desperate need to gnaw at my lip.
"Of course he will! Now, lets get you to that ball!"
…
The event is being held at the Kimpton Hotel. Walking into the Ventana Ballroom, I am completely astounded by the beauty it exudes; from the sixteen foot windows that showcased the spectacular views Manhattan had to offer, to the round tables that are dotted around the room, individually decorated with strings of twinkling lights that created an inherently idyllic atmosphere and picturesque scene. It was all the more discernible by the small band of violinists and cello players on stage.
Upon walking in, it was difficult to digest the crowds of people. The people who I would be presenting my speech to…
Fuck. Suddenly I am hit with the enormity of the situation. Shiiiiiit! I am going to be public speaking, to all of these people! It's like being thrown back into high school on the day of my Valedictorian speech, but that seemed so irrelevant and small in comparison.
I take in a shaky breath, attempting to calm myself down. Damn it! I should've forced Alice to come! She refused under the silly guise that she had to keep up her sick act for Jasper. I guess with social media, it's difficult to hide your whereabouts these days…
When the breathing exercises don't work, I distract myself by further examining the room. Everyone is dressed impeccably with the men in identical dark suits and customary bowties and the women in gorgeous, flowing dresses.
I would be happy to simply stand here gazing at my surroundings. I have always enjoyed people watching (in a totally non-creepy way). I guess that was the writer inside of me. I liked to weave together unrealistic background stories based on people's clothing or imagine their lives through their expressions and stance. Alice was particularly entertained by this odd personality trait.
"Isabella?"
I turn and find Professor Banner and Dr Molina standing off to the side with a tall gentleman.
Professor Banner smiles kindly at me as I shake his hand politely, "you look lovely this evening."
"Thank you Sir."
"As you know, this is Dr Molina" he gestures to my sometime-lecturer who wears his customary black-framed glasses, and polka-dot tie that totally juxtaposes his smart black suit. I shake his hand, internally giggling.
"And this," Professor Banner says purposefully "is Stefan Ardelean. Mr Ardelean, this is our student speaker this evening, Isabella Swan."
I freeze briefly at the name, and I feel my eyes widen slightly. I recognise it instantly. As a woman who has dreamed of going into journalism/editing from a young age, people such as Stefan Ardelean are practically celebrities.
Stefan Ardelean is the head editor of 'US TODAY', one of the most prestigious news companies in the country. They are highly respected within the community of journalism for no-nonsense attitude and classy stories that are totally above of the bullshit mainstream media of today. You don't see stories about what a random celebrity was wearing or whom they are sleeping with in 'US TODAY'.
Stefan and his brother Vladimir (weird name, I know) migrated from Romania to the US when they were twenty years old, with the ambition to set up a newspaper that stands independent from the stupid stories that seem to dominate the news today. And they totally succeeded.
Now with Stefan at sixty three and Vladimir at sixty one, it was widely speculated that they would step down from their positions, but with neither man having a family of their own – some wondered who would be the next to take over such a business.
Yet with Stefan in front of me now it was clear to see that the man had a good few years left in him. In a pristine dark grey tux with silver tie that perfectly matched his combed hair, Stefan Ardelean had an almost regal air about him.
Holy Shit, I am going to be speaking in front of Stefan Ardelean!
Breathe, breathe, BREATHE BELLA!
Relax.
"Mr Ardelean," I say with as much confidence I can muster, shaking his hand firmly "it's an honour to meet you, Sir."
He looks down his crooked nose at me, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips "Miss Swan, I must say – the pleasure is mine. Your superiors have had nothing but praise for you."
I smile, my cheeks warming under his compliment, "They are too kind."
Professor Banner laughs heartily "you are too modest, Bella. You are well on your way to a first class degree, and a vast majority of the work she has written is bordering academic publication."
Stefan looks impressed, "Are you prepared for the speech this evening?"
I swallow down the nerves that continue to bubble the pit of my stomach, and stare at him squarely in the eye "I believe so. It was an absolute honour to be nominated to deliver the speech, let alone chosen. Albeit was difficult to capture my passion for English in so little words, but hopefully I will be able to inspire my fellow peers to carry on progressing and building upon their degree and highlight to my superiors my dedication to the subject."
An amused sparkle appears in his hazel eyes, "Oh I have very little doubt in you Miss Swan. Perhaps afterwards we could discuss a possible internship? We at US TODAY would be absolutely delighted to have someone of your passion and intelligence with us."
I subtly rub my clammy palms against my dress, my mouth going dry at the prospect of an internship. "I would love nothing more Mr Ardelean."
"Wonderful!" he exclaim, "I shall discuss further details with you once I have conferred with my brother." He rolls his eyes "sadly Vladimir could not be here tonight."
"Oh, is all well with him?" Dr Molina inserts.
Stefan chuckles, "oh yes. He was invited to the Cullen event over at the St Regis this evening. The Cullen family have been trying to appear on our pages for years now."
"Ah yes. The Cullen event... Benjamin Amun is speaking there, isn't he?" Professor Banner says, and I try not to laugh at his blatant distaste.
"Why he would want to speak at such an event rather than talking to aspiring writers is beyond me," Stefan says with equal disregard "The Cullens believe themselves to be the equivalent of Britain's Royal Family, whereas they are more along the status of the Kardashians. Heaven forbid."
"How long have you known the Cullens?" I ask intrigued.
Stefan looks thoughtful; "oh I have had links with the Cullens since I first moved to New York. When our business first started out, we approached the Cullens for a feature, but we were refused, as we were relatively unknown then. Then as we grew as a brand, suddenly we were golden," he smirks "by which time our interest in the Cullen family had diminished. The only redeemable quality of the family is the son."
"Anthony Cullen?"
He grins at me "you are very curious, Miss Swan. I respect that – its qualities like that, that we admire at 'US TODAY'. And yes – Anthony Cullen... I met Anthony just before he disappeared from the spotlight. A delightful young man! Exceedingly intelligent, articulate, engaging; he was a credit to his parents, and an anomaly in comparison to their 'mightier than thou' attitude."
"He sounds wonderful, but isn't he making an appearance at the St Regis tonight?"
"I believe it is the only reason why Vladimir is at the event."
Slowly we find ourselves falling into other subjects; discussing my time at NYU, my ambitions and beliefs. By the end of my conversation, I am quietly confident that I have left a good impression upon Stefan – I just hope that he holds up his offer of an internship…
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you would all find your way to your seats for the starter."
I shake Stefan's hand again, as well as my lecturers (sharing a knowing smile with Professor Banner) and make my way to the table. I am sat with third years, most of whom I am friendly with and others I am not familiar with at all. It's so odd that even after sharing a lecture room for three years with people – you still have no idea who some are. I guess that's the biggest difference between University and High School.
"Bella!"
I grin as my friend from class – Heidi, slides in the spare seat to my right, her caramel hair sits on top of her head in masses of curls and she wears a typical Heidi dress- tight and red with cut outs showing lots of skin. Heidi has never been shy about her body, and nor should she – she had the stature of a model.
"Thank god! I thought they would seat me beside Yorkie or something" she shudders.
I giggle, "I am surprised you even made it Heidi."
Heidi hardly ever made it to our lectures, typically because she was doing the walk of shame or too hung over. But I adore her all the same.
"I was even more surprised that I was invited! I swear Banner has it out for me" she laughs, "but besides that… you look incredible Bella, I absolutely love that dress! I swear to God, literally so many people looked at you when you walked in. I'm jealous!"
I blush, surprised "Don't be silly! You look amazing, as always."
"You're too sweet! Are you nervous for the speech? I was totally not surprised when I found out it was you."
Breathe.
I shrug, increasingly embarrassed by the flood of compliments "I am just honoured to do it! But yeah, I'm feeling a bit nervous!"
"You'll do great."
Crab cakes are placed in front of us, delicious smells wafting.
"So is anyone catching your eye?" Heidi asks conversationally.
I shake my head straight away, because where else would I look when I have a boyfriend as beautiful as Edward?
"Well, I have got my sights set of that cutie," she points over my shoulder.
I turn, and nearly fall out of seat as I catch sight of her flavour of the night, "Demetri?"
Demetri is one of the bodyguards at Eclipse. I have had an odd conversation with D during one of the many nights I have spent behind the bar hanging out with Edward but Emmett usually dominated those chats with his large personality and boisterous jokes.
D, although being practically the same size as Em is surprisingly quiet and shy, although the more time I had been spending at Eclipse, the more he had relaxed around me. Edward told me on one occasion, that Demetri prefers to keep to himself when with strangers, and never voluntarily gives out information about himself. He seems like the type who would prefer to observe than talk, which makes him good at his job as a security guard.
But regardless of this fact, I'm still surprised that I didn't know he attended NYU.
"You know him?" Heidi asks excitedly, "he's fit. All chiselled features, bulging muscles and blonde curls – reckon you can introduce me? Please B!"
I look over at Demetri, who is engaging in conversation with a lanky guy with long hair.
"I'll be back."
I wander over to the table, nodding and smiling at a few people who wave at me.
"Dem?"
Demetri snaps his head in my direction, "B!"
He stands, hugging me – shocking the hell out of me.
"Hey" I giggle breathlessly.
"You look amazing."
"Thanks Dem" I grin.
"You don't understand how happy I am to see you."
I laugh harder, because I think I do – he has never been this excited around me before.
"I didn't know you study at NYU!"
"Oh I don't," he chuckles "this is my brother, Afton. He's studying Spanish and French." he gestures to the lanky boy. On closer inspection, they have the same nose and eye colour, but other than that they are chalk and cheese.
"Hey!"
"Hi," he smiles timidly at me, not unlike his brother when I was first introduced to him.
"So when are you going to put E out of his misery Bella?" Demetri says, sensing Afton's awkwardness.
I laugh nervously, "I'm actually planning on seeing him tonight."
"Thank God. I swear, he's been a nightmare this week, he's scaring away all the customers because he's constantly sad."
His words sound like an exaggeration, but his expression is nothing but serious – making my shoulders slump in concern.
"He sounds okay from his messages." I whisper.
He smiles sadly, "he's trying to protect you. Look, whatever he did – it must've been bad because everyone knows how gone over you are for one another. But don't let one mistake ruin it. He is a fucking mess without you."
I nod whilst trying to digest the information he has given me. I know you can't really understand the tone of a text message, but he sounded so reassuring…
"I'll speak to him," I say firmly.
"Good."
As if on cue, I can feel Heidi's green gaze drilling a hole into my skin "Oh, um, Dem? My friend Heidi, she would really like to meet you…"
He instantly reverts to his coy demeanour.
"Oh, uh – really? Who?"
I look back and wave at Heidi, who waves in mock shyness back.
Demetri openly gapes at her, which doesn't surprise me at all. Heidi has her fair share of admirers with her caramel waves that compliment her golden skin and jade colour eyes, and a body to die for.
"Wow," He mutters under his breathe.
"Do you want me to introduce you?"
"I – well, um… I really shouldn't leave my brother, I am his plus one…"
"Don't worry D, I can keep myself entertained" Afton claims hurriedly. I smile at gratefully. I definitely didn't want to face the wrath of Heidi.
"Come on Dem." I weave my arm through his, and lead him to Heidi who's smile goes brighter and brighter as we move closer. I giggle a bit at the scared look on Demetri's face, but while a bigger part of me is amused by the whole situation, I am worried that she would tear this sweet man apart.
"D, this is my sometimes-classmate Heidi Young. Heids, this is my friend Demetri Bewley."
Heidi stands up, showing off all her 5'10 glory, "pleasure to meet you Demetri."
D looks absolutely starstruck.
I don't bother listening to the rest of the conversation, choosing to sit back in my seat to converse with the other sitters at the table.
The first course moves to the second and before I know it, dessert is being cleared away as people settle for the speeches.
Listening to them, the build up of nerves reach their climax and I feel hot. Shit, I should've worn a dress like Heidi's! I feel like I am burning up and my stomach rolls. I had barely eaten my food, instead sipping on water.
As Alistair ties up his speech, quoting Noam Chomsky, I can feel people's eyes on me.
I pluck my index cards from my clutch and shakily shuffle them. I know the vast majority of it off by heart, but I am not taking any risks.
"Now, please warmly welcome our last speaker of the evening – Miss Isabella Swan."
Squaring my shoulders, I rise from my seat and smile as I walk to the stage. Alice's words from earlier run through my mind as I walk to the platform, towards Professor Banner… One foot in front of the other, shoulders back, head up, smile.
By the time I am standing in front of the microphone, I already feel like I have run a marathon. I suck in a breath, my eyes running over the hundreds of faces that stares up at me expectantly.
Then the doors open softly.
It was so quiet and subtle that no one even looks over… except me.
And there he is.
Edward.
He came.
He looks incredible, in a classic black tux and black bowtie, the colour standing out starkly against his pale skin and bright hair.
His eyes meet mine and he nods, sending a beautiful, encouraging smile my way.
Then as if by magic, all my nerves go away. I can't explain it. It was as if I had been unconsciously awaiting his arrival. And now he's here. Leaning against a marble column in the shadowy area at the back of the room – supporting me.
All of this happens within a matter of seconds, and then the words just fall from my lips effortlessly.
I forget all about my cards, and make eye contact with people, using my hands to emphasise my points.
I talk about my love for English from a young child.
I tell them how I would immerse myself in literature, as it was a form of escapism.
I speak about how my degree has been an outlet for creativity.
I throw in quotes that weren't even apart of my original speech, but somehow make sense and add a whole new depth to what I talk about. I can fucking taste the passion I have on my lips.
And all the while, I don't think about the hundreds of people who are listening to me. I don't think about Stefan Ardelean who is somewhere in the crowd – the man with the key to my future.
I bare my heart to them, but all I think is – I am baring it to Edward.
And that's all that matters.
When I am done, it's like a weight has been lifted off my chest and I feel so light. All I see is Edward, and all I hear is my heart hammering in my ears.
Then the thundering applause comes.
I see people standing up, clapping heavily – fucking Stefan Ardelean is standing up!
But all I want is Edward.
I step down and Professor Banner rushes over to me.
"Bella, that was stunning. So impassioned and fervid! Absolutely beautiful, I cannot think of a better note to end on. Mr Ardelean has even asked to see you're your transcript! You have a bright future ahead of you, Miss Swan."
The words barely register, so I just nod and smile.
"Thank you Sir."
He pats my arm, and I carry on walking.
I think I am stopped at least a dozen times before I reach Edward. It's like someone is trying to delay this moment, but nothing will tear me away from him again.
When I finally stand in front of him, there is very little breath left within me.
Up close, he doesn't look like my Edward.
Perhaps it's the clothes; the expensive, tailor made suit that fits him amazingly well. Maybe it's the expensive watch he wears on his wrist that is completely foreign to me.
But I know it's the black circles that are noticeable around his eyes. I move so we are practically chest-to-chest and trace my index finger around the bruises. His emerald eyes gaze at me with so much adoration, that my heart melts.
"You look so tired."
"And you look absolutely exquisite." He whispers in that husky, deep voice that I love so much.
I sniff, "Alice is talented."
"She didn't do anything, this is all you."
"I missed you so much" I whisper, dropping both of my hands to his chest, just over his heart.
"Oh baby," he says, sounding strained "you don't understand how much I have missed you."
He puts both hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him – too close to be deemed appropriate in public – but I couldn't care a less.
He places his forehead on mine, our noses touching.
"I can't believe you're here."
"I couldn't miss your speech Angel, I know how much you worked on that thing and how much it meant to you. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"But your family-"
"Will have to get over it. Nothing will stand in the way of us again. I am so glad that I made it – baby, you were unbelievable. What you said – it was so raw and inspiring. I think I saw a few people tear up at one point. I am so fucking proud of you."
My heart swells, and I can't stop the single tear that falls down my cheek.
He swipes it away with his thumb, "I couldn't believe you were mine as you stood up there. And that dress – shit, baby, are you even aware of how fucking beautiful you are?"
I still can't believe he's here. I run my hands up and down his body, "I'll never leave you like that again. Ever."
His hands grip me a little tighter, "I will never let you leave again."
I am vaguely aware that the violins are playing, and so is Edward.
"Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?"
"I would love to… but I can't really dance. Like properly."
He smiles at me with that crooked smile. The smile that makes him, beyond all the tired eyes and expensive clothes- my Edward again.
"I just want to hold you."
I nod, not bothering to further argue and allow him to lead me to the centre of the dance floor.
There are only two other couples dancing, but all we see is each other, and it doesn't matter if we are making a scene. All that matters is this moment.
The tune is familiar, and I place it as 'Stay with Me' by the British singer Sam Smith.
He raises me slightly and I squeak as I feel his feet beneath my toes. I automatically fall through time to my childhood when I would dance on Charlie's feet around the living room, my childish giggles echoing around as my dad chuckles.
I look up at Edward, my right hand in his and left hand on his shoulder whilst his other is wrapped around my waist.
"Am I hurting you?" I say, staring deeply into his. God, I have missed his eyes. Those emerald orbs speckled with gold that shine with… love?
"No."
There are no other words spoken as we twirl around the dance floor. Edward's ballroom skills from private school in full effect as he moves with such grace and beauty. We communicate through our gazes, which never break as we dance.
I missed you.
I missed you too.
I was lost without you.
I couldn't bear it without you.
Never leave me again.
Never.
Stay with me.
Always.
As the song continues, Edward's face slowly moves towards mine.
The gap between our faces grows smaller and I decide to take the final push, gently placing my lips against his.
It's reminiscent of our first kiss.
What is it with us with kissing and dancing?
But unlike our first, this one is full of promise – there is no wonderment whether this is our one and only opportunity. There is nothing but love.
The kiss is also a lot briefer and with no tongues, due to the time and place. It is just petal-like, tender lips.
Yet that doesn't make it any less perfect.
Our lips move together carefully, reacquainting with one another.
As we move away from each other, we continue to hold the other. I don't think I will be able to let him go again.
"We need to talk… somewhere privately," I say breathlessly.
He nods, "your place?"
"No… yours."
He nods again, and entwines his hand with mine and together we walk out of the ballroom – people openly gawking at us – towards the truth…
And our future.