A/N: you guys rock. can i mention that enough? well anyway, NONE OF YOU GUESS RIGHT ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!! i m sooooooooo evil. read and you'll understand. A lot of you wanted it in both of their povs. originally, it was just Edward's but since i m so evil i added Bella's. :P it changes povs several times okay? so, first, it's edwards (when they meet) then it's bella from what happened in edward's plus some more that i m NOT going to be doing in a differednt pov because there in absolutely no point. I tried to make it...different because i hate stories where they have the scene in different povs and it sounds the same. like it will say (and it's not from a story but i have read stories like this) APOV - she sighed. "I tried that already." "Well try harder," i urged. NPOV- i sighed. "i tried that already." "well try harder," she urged. don't you just hate that?

OH! on a side note/DEDICATIOPN:- according to kellinw I am the Q of E. QUEEN OF EVIL heeheeheee. i just love that title. alll hail...ME!! hahaha-no. Also, Edwardluvr thinks i don't have ANY grammatical errors in the last chapter. How awsome is that? edward is my homeboy STILL has a threat against me. Also, Kaki-chann was one of the FIRST people who knew that I got Ally from my other story. you get cookies ;D um...who else? littlelamb188 who called me even MORE amazing. i like compliments if you couldn't already tell who else...? am i forgetting someone...? OH YEAH! ALL OF MY WONDERFUL AND AMAZING REVIEWERS AND READERS!! oh, and about yeterday, i realized that one of the chapters says Masquerade at the top :) i just have a million stories that i m doing (i m working on one i want to try to get published) and i have a million other ones so if i have writers' block, i'll either be reading or writing what i CAN. Enjoy the chapter. i bet no one read this. HA. you all are already reading the chapter because of the cliffie. :P I bet you guys will be like, "rachael did WHAT?!" after you read this little part


When I Became a Princess...

Chapter 11

BPOV


Little by little and step-by-step, I walked into the room.

I sighed in relief but was confused when I entered the room. No one was in it.

The room looked like a study or a library. It was lined with bookshelves but wasn't very big. The room was decorated with warm colors. A leather couch sat in the middle with a coffee table in front of it.

My eyebrows knitted together as I looked around the room for someone – anyone. It's not like I was expecting someone to be inside – truthfully, I didn't know what to expect.

I bit my lip and stood in the middle of the room, awkwardly.

Sighing, I decided that I should do something.

I walked to a random bookshelf and let the tip of my index finger skim across the spines of the books. I immediately stopped when I felt leather. I looked for a title on the spine but there wasn't one. There wasn't anything.

I pulled the book out of the shelf carefully. The title on the cover made me smile.

Wuthering Heights.

I opened the book to a random page and began to read. Soon, I became lost inside the story.


EPOV Several Minutes Prior

"EDWARD!" the blonde screamed.

Don't let that be Isabella, I pleaded silently.

Mrs. Williams, who had just introduced herself, pushed Alice and me into a room as Andrew and Percy, our bodyguards, shut the doors.

Alice searched around the room, humming to herself with a bounce in her step.

"Was that Isabella?" I tried to ask casually.

Alice smirked, seeing through my pretense. "No."

I sighed. Thank god.

Suddenly, Alice squeaked. "You left it in the car!" she yelled frantically.

"What did I leave in the car?"

She rolled her eyes as if to tell me that it was obvious. "You're coming with me to get it." And with those words, Alice discreetly yanked me out of the room.

"What if someone wonders where we went?" I asked once we were outside.

"And who's going to miss us?"

"England, Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, 'Isabella'…" I listed.

"Really, Edward." She rolled her eyes and pulled the Volvo's door open and gestured for me to grab whatever was inside.

I grabbed the item that sat on the passenger seat. "Alice," I groaned. "Why did you have to get this?"

She laughed and shook her head. "No complaining! And anyway, it was your idea. I just made it happen."

"Touché."


Alice shoved me towards the closed door. "Go!" she whispered.

"Aren't you coming?"

She shook her head. "I'm going to let you two have some time to be alone."

I grimaced but quietly opened the door. I slowly stepped into the room.

In a corner with her back to me, stood a brunette. Her brown hair tumbled town her back. The deep blue of her blouse complemented the milky white of her skin. Her short skirt showed off her legs and the heels she stood on made them look even longer.

I stood there ogling her until I realized why I was here. I was supposed to be meeting Isabella.

I took several quiet steps closer to her until I saw the side of her face.

I immediately froze.

Was this some sick joke? A hallucination?

The girl turned the page of her book and suddenly smiled, rendering me breathless.

She was the girl from the music store – the girl that fainted the day my car crashed. She was the beautiful, nameless, brunette. She was Alice's friend.

My mind started making connections as the oblivious girl read.

Was she…Isabella?

I cleared my throat, almost too quiet for anyone to hear, when her head snapped to my direction.

For a split moment, she looked like a deer in the headlights. Then, shock, disbelief, acceptance, and finally skepticism, flickered across her beautiful features.

Her vast brown eyes locked on mine. "You're…you're Edward?" her sweet voice asked.

I smiled. "Yes. And I'm assuming you're Isabella."

"Bella," she whispered.

My mind rejoiced. The beautiful brunette was my fiancée.

I nodded. "Alice told me that."

She laughed to herself. "That seems so…Alice of her not to tell us."

I shrugged. "She's full of little secrets."

She smiled but looked to the ground. Her grin slowly faded but she said nothing.

I looked at her curiously. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head and looked up to me. "I don't want this," she whispered.

I felt a stab. She didn't want to be with me.

"I mean, I just don't want…" she tried to clarify. "I don't want to be forced to do anything. I don't want all of this responsibility. I just don't want this."

I laughed, pain free.

It was funny how with just several words she could make my emotions go wild.

"Don't we all?" I mused.

She smiled beautifully and my heartbeat spiked.

I tried to distract myself from the emotions and wants surging through me. My eyes caught on the book in her hands.

"What book is that?" I asked, curiosity leaking into my voice.

"Wuthering Heights." She smiled.

I frowned. "That's a horrible book."

"No, it's not," she defended.

I laughed. "Yes, it is. Why do you like it?"

She paused to actually consider the question. "Well…Catherine and Heathcliff's love forms an unbreakable bond but it also creates all of the problems in the story. When they die-"

"But they ruin each other's lives!" I protested.

"That's the point. Life isn't always fair. Catherine marries Edgar because she wants a more…elite life. But they still love each other – even when Heathcliff marries Edgar's sister, Isabella."

"But that makes a horrible story."

"No it doesn't. Their love redeems them. They claim that they are one. Catherine declares that she is Heathcliff and when she dies he says he can't live without his 'soul,' in other words, he says that Catherine is his soul. At the end, Heathcliff becomes obsessed with everything that was Catherine because he loved her."

"You're very stubborn, aren't you?"

She smirked. "I just happen to have very strong opinions that I stand by."

I laughed. She was different. She wasn't like any other girl in the world. She seemed to be the only one that I could listen to forever and understand.


BPOV Several Minutes Ago

I was at the part where Catherine and Heathcliff sneak onto the Linton's property when I heard someone clearing their throat not that far from me.

I slapped the book closed and looked to see who it was. I was hoping that it would be Alice but I knew it wasn't going to be. It was going to be Prince Edward.

But, I didn't expect my eyes to lock with a familiar pair of green ones.

That…how was that possible? Here, standing in front of me, stood the boy from the music store. His hair was messily around his face and he had a half smiled that light up his face. One of his hands was held behind his back.

Maybe it could be him… Just maybe, that was possible. I had known him all along. My mind started to slowly make the connections.

But…maybe it was just my mind giving me what I wanted. Maybe he wasn't even Edward at all…but Alice did call him Edward in the music store.

"You're…you're Edward?" I needed him to confirm it.

"Yes. And I'm assuming you're Isabella," he said, his velvet voice softly dancing in my ears.

The beautiful boy was my…husband-to-be?

"Bella," I corrected almost immediately

"Alice told me that."

I laughed once I heard that. "That seems so…Alice of her not to tell us." There, now she has her own adjective.

He shrugged his perfect shoulders as if it was nothing. "She's full of little secrets."

I smiled but then realized that it was secrets that prevented me from knowing anything about my mother. It was secrets that suddenly pulled me into this mess. It was secrets that suddenly gave me all this responsibility.

I miserably stared at my shoes.

"What's wrong?" he asked curiously.

He's probably wondering where my mood swing came from.

I couldn't look at him so I kept my eyes glued to the shoes Rose forced me to wear. I shook my head quietly. "I don't want this," I muttered.

"I mean, I just don't want…" she tried to clarify. "I don't want to be forced to do anything. I don't want all of this responsibility. I just don't want this."

He chuckled driving my senses insane. "Don't we all?" he asked quietly.

I looked up at him and smiled.

"What book is that?" he asked.

"Wuthering Heights."

"That's a horrible book." He frowned making him look absolutely adorable.

"No, it's not."

He chuckled once again. "Yes, it is. Why do you like it?"

How could I explain this so he understands? "Well…Catherine and Heathcliff's love forms an unbreakable bond but it also creates all of the problems in the story. When they die-"

"But they ruin each other's lives!" he interrupted.

I shot him a glare. "That's the point. Life isn't always fair. Catherine marries Edgar because she wants a more…elite life. But they still love each other – even when Heathcliff marries Edgar's sister, Isabella."

"But that makes a horrible story," he said playfully.

"No, it doesn't. Their love redeems them. They claim that they are one. Catherine declares that she is Heathcliff and when she dies he says he can't live without his 'soul,' in other words, he says that Catherine is his soul. At the end, Heathcliff becomes obsessed with everything that was Catherine because he loved her." That was just about all I could give as reasoning for why I like the book.

"You're very stubborn, aren't you?" he asked.

"I just happen to have very strong opinions that I stand by," I told him, smirking.

He laughed beautifully. Once he stopped, he looked at me a bit curiously. "I have something for you." He shrugged but still held one of his hands behind his back.

"Is that why you've had an entire conversation with your hand behind your back?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Yes."

I raised my eyebrow. What was he hiding?

He smiled and pulled his hand from behind his back.

"You didn't have to…" I whispered.

He smiled softly. "Take it."

Hesitantly, I took the bouquet of roses from his hand. "Thank you," I murmured.

"My pleasure."

I placed the roses in a nearby vase.

"Would you like to go to lunch with Alice and me?" he asked.

"I'd like that."

I took his outstretched hand and followed him out of the room.


A/N: i know you hate me! heheeheee... what is gonna happen? i don't even know. hey - the story writes itself (with a lot of influence from me )

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