Author's Note: I am very proud of myself. This chapter is much longer than usual.
I waited for him to appear but minutes past and Edward was nowhere to be seen. In fact, I didn't see or hear anything now. Aside from the fireflies' buzzing and the rustling of the wind, there was complete silence. Still, I was sure I'd heard something. I shrugged and continued to wait.
Two hours later...
As each moment passed, my fuse grew shorter. My heart kept making up excuses for why he was late, but my brain shot every one of them down. I dug my face into my hands and froze, afraid that if I moved the anger would overpower me. Edward Cullen, you better have a good excuse for this.
Three hours later...
The light of the rising sun chased away the last shadows of my patience and my restraint. I rose to my feet and stormed away from the meadow. I have never been more angry or humiliated in my entire life. The anger made my breathing deepen and my head spin as I sped through the trees.
When the cabins came in sight, I saw Emmett sitting outside his cabin. When he saw me his eyes widened and he strode over cautiously.
"Bella, are you okay?"
I glared at him and he stiffened instantly. Every step had made me angrier so, by now I had lost all ability to think rationally. I was literally seeing red.
"Leave me alone unless you want both of your legs snapped in half," I hissed.
Emmett's eyes bulged out of his head and he backed into his cabin and closed the door. I continued to storm to my cabin and pushed the door open with my mind. Instead of opening, the door flew off its hinges and broke the window ten foot behind it.
The shattering of glass finally pushed me over the edge and I let out a piercing scream. Suddenly, everything happened at once. Windows in every cabin shattered. Wild animals howled with me. I heard tiny heartbeats stop and three birds fell from the sky. When my anguished cry finally subsided everyone hesitantly stepped from their cabins, confused and slightly scared.
"Bella?" Alex asked gently.
The look I gave him would have killed a lesser man. It froze him in his tracks. It was obvious how mad I truly was; no one dared approach me. I looked around quickly and noticed one person was conspicuously absent; Edward hadn't come out of his cabin. Coward.
"Bella, what's wrong?" Alice asked. She kept a safe distance but seemed sincere. I didn't answer, but she seemed to understand and instantly disappeared inside Edward's cabin. Esme watched her leave before she turned to me with pleading eyes.
"Bella, dear? Please try to calm down. Whatever it is, we'll make him apologize," Esme soothed. She approached slowly, like I was a cat on the verge of attacking, but I was beyond her help.
Alice suddenly appeared again, this time pulling Edward behind her. She pushed him in front of her and told everyone to go back inside. I stared straight into Edward's eyes, my anger growing stronger, and I noticed that his eyes were as flat black as mine. What right does he have to be angry?
Eventually, everyone retreated inside, leaving us alone. He didn't speak. I grew frustrated by the awkward silence broke the silence first.
"Why didn't you meet me last night?" I demanded.
"I didn't think you would care," he answered monotonously.
"What made you think that?" I spat. I was stunned. What was he talking about?
"It doesn't matter," he said, his voice barely audible.
"You couldn't even make up an excuse for yourself? You are pathetic Edward Cullen. I misjudged you."
I turned on my heel and walked into my cabin. I summoned the door and it flew back into place, though slightly wounded. I glanced at the shards of glass on the floor and they flew back into place in the frame. It was like nothing had happened. I sent all of my clothing and accessories flying into the luggage neatly and closed it in with my mind. I can't stay here anymore. I'm going home.
I walked to the center of the room and brought everything to me. I closed my eyes and let go of every thought. I felt myself become weightless and opened my eyes to see that my luggage and I had safely landed just outside the mansion entrance. A second later, the doors swung open and my father stepped out onto the lawn.
"You're home," he stated.
An instant calm washed over my body and I found that I was able to think again. My anger did not disappear, but I was finally conscious and in control of my actions.
I huffed and walked inside. He levitated the luggage and it began to fly upstairs to my room. The door closed behind us obediently and my father walked with me upstairs.
"You caused quite a mess, did you not?" I could tell that he already knew everything.
"Do you blame me?" I asked dryly.
"Of course not. But you mustn't blow up at the ones who did you no wrong."
"I wasn't thinking at the time," I replied.
"Yes, I know. But it was wise of you to choose to come home," my father said.
"Bella!" Evelyn screamed running at me from the other side of the hallway. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug, which I returned. "I didn't expect you back so early. Where are the others?" My father cleared his throat to warn her off that particular subject. "Never mind!" She amended cheerfully.
"How are you, Evelyn?" I asked in an attempt to change the subject.
"Great! Oh, I almost forgot. I have all the decorations for the ballroom finished. Come on!"
She took my hand and pulled me away. I needed something to take my mind off things so I gladly followed her to the ballroom. As soon as the double doors opened, I was stunned by the sight in front of me.
The platform at the end of the room had been raised and now stood five feet from the ground. The classic black piano was placed on the right of the stage with a black bench set in front of it. Huge speakers on each side of the stage were directly connected to the complicated P.A. system on the front side of the platform that I couldn't work if my existence depended on it.
The giant windows had heavy golden curtains covering them. The ceiling had long strips of silver strips of fabrics hanging from them. The chandelier sparkled in the middle of the ceiling.
The walls were paneled in black wood and Evelyn had attached thousands of silver rhinestone stars to them. Evelyn had had the floors waxed and they were so glossy that I could almost see my reflection in them. The table against the wall was covered by a scarlet table cloth held in place by gold candle holders. I looked up and noticed that the spotlights trained on the platform were painted silver to match the strips of fabric that surrounded them.
"The slit in the wall above the stage will open to lower a projector during your performance," Evelyn explained. "It's going to play an animation while you sing." I nodded at her.
"It looks wonderful, Evelyn," I complimented. She giggled happily.
"Would you like to see your dress?" She asked excitedly.
"Sure."
Evelyn grabbed my hand once again and pulled me out of the room. She was moving faster than I'd ever seen her run. This must be some dress. She dragged me back up the stairs to her room and swung the doors open. All I was able to notice of her walls and furniture was a mix of brilliant colors before she dragged me into her closet.
She finally let go of my hand as she made her way to the very back of the closet and pulled out the dress. Her design on paper was nothing compared to the real thing. She handed it to me with a wide grin on her face.
It was heavier than I'd expected, but the fabric was soft and brilliant. The shades of pink went well together and the embroidering was flawless: the phoenix at the bottom of the dress had its wings spread apart in flight. A mixture of ivy and flowers were embroidered into the top of the gown that flowed down the bodice, but it wasn't overpowering. It was absolutely perfect.
"Try it on!" Evelyn urged.
She didn't give me a chance to refuse. Instead, she rushed out of the closet and closed the door to give me privacy. I sighed and stripped off my clothes. I stepped into the dress and saw that the top was just big enough for me to slip through. Evelyn never ceased to amaze me; she knew my measurements so well that the dress was just my size. I made sure I straightened the seams before stepping out of the closet to ask Evelyn to zip it up.
Evelyn let out a melodramatic gasp when I appeared in the doorway that made me even more curious about my appearance. She rushed over to finish dressing me and then made me spin around a couple of times to look at me from every angle. Then, she pulled the cloth covering her full-length mirror and allowed me to see myself.
I couldn't help it, I gasped. The dress had forced my breasts together creating the illusion of cleavage. The dress swept the floor creating a classically beautiful look. I smiled at the perfection of the dress.
"Absolutely stunning," I breathed.
"Are you talking about you or the dress?" Evelyn teased. We both started laughing and I studied myself in the mirror before answering.
"I'm talking about both."
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