Making sure no one saw me, I followed Elizabeth's instructions. My heart was beating loudly, threatening to burst out of my mouth.
As I reached the sun room, I heard a very familiar tune. He couldn't be playing what I thought he was playing. He just couldn't! Leaning against the doorframe, I closed my eyes and let the melody engulf me. For a wild moment, I was back at his house in Forks, close to his cold body as he played the very same thing. My lullaby.
I gasped making the beautiful melody stop. I opened my eyes on time to see Edward standing next to his piano watching me surprised, his whole face red.
He still liked me. That was proof – the song.
"Miss Bella," he whispered.
Two could play a coy game. "Mister Edward." I showed him my best smile.
The corner of his mouth turned up as he started walking toward me. One hand grasped one of mine and squeezed tightly.
"I must apologize for my behavior the last time we saw each other," he murmured. "Can you forgive me, Bella?"
"I have something for you as an apology for the things I said. You must accept it."
Edward led me to the small sofa a few feet away and after I sat down, he sat next to me. He was just as close to me as I had been that time when he freaked. With trembling hands, he took the box from me and deposited it on his lap, fumbling with the bow then removing the lid.
"Oh!" It was almost a squeak, which made me giggle. "You baked a cake for me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Do you not like strawberries?" I should have asked first.
"They are my favorites! Oh, how can I ever thank you for this?"
"Don't change," I blurted out. That had multiple meanings.
He gave me a dubious look.
We just started in the other's eyes until his mother appeared in the doorway to announce to him that the guests were waiting.
Just like a little boy, he ran to her and showed her what he got. I tried very hard not to laugh. She smiled and hugged him, giving me a weird look over his shoulder.
Was it not proper to bake for someone? Damn it.