The big day had come. Ruth lent me a large round box where I put the cake for safe transportation. After much debates, she was taking the car with her son, while Betty and I were walking there.
I was a nervous wreck the whole day knowing that this day was very important for my future. If Edward couldn't forgive me, it meant he'd never look at me again…it meant I'd fail.
"Is it further away?" I whined after an hour of walking.
"A few more streets. Are you tired?" Betty asked surprised.
"This cake is heavy," I mumbled. Why did I choose to carry it?
She giggled, but slowed her pace. I was thankful for that.
I had no idea what to expect of this party, but it wasn't what I thought. The house we stopped in front of was…lifeless for the lack of word.
"It's here?" I found myself asking.
"In the backyard, Bella. Like every party." She giggled again then instead of knocking on the front door, we rounded the house and it looked more like a party. There was some music, a few blankets on the grass to make it look like a picnic. There was even a banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EDWARD!
"You made it!" Nigel was the first to see us. He rushed to us and hovered over Betty asking how she was, but not really touching her.
"You must be Isabella!" A warm voice said from behind me making me jump and clutch to the cake.
When I turned I met the same green eyes that had haunted me the past few days. This had to be his mother.
"Hello, Mrs. Masen," I greeted, catching myself right on time before saying Cullen.
"Call me Elizabeth. My son told me so much about you, dear girl. Do you need help with that?"
I looked at the box then at her, anxious of what Edward had told her. "Uh, this is for…Edward."
She smiled widely, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. "Go through the back door then take a left. He'd be in the sun room playing the piano," she whispered in my ear.
Unable to keep my mouth shut, I caught her hand when she was about her leave. Our eyes met. "Is he terribly upset?" I murmured.
"I can see what he meant. We can be best friends, sweetheart." With that, she departed.
What was that supposed to mean? I wanted to pull my hair out.