This chapter is incredibly short and sweet. I was going to add it as an outtake but I just love my Angela so much that I had to add it here. Tomorrow morning's chapter is titled, Meanwhile, In Canada. Then Monday we will be back to Rose and Alice. Sorry to make you all wait so long. :) Thanks for all the reviews. And yes, Rosalie has gone off the deep end and is swimming in the crazy pool. A lot of you have a major hate for Alice here, especially the fact that she waited until after Jasper's text to realize how wrong this all was. Watch how it plays out and see what you think.

Esme Cullen paced her kitchen like a caged animal. She had always known that her only daughter had known of Rosalie's actions, but to find that she had participated... that she had used her was simply too much to comprehend. She felt like her world was imploding and she didn't know what to do.

Carlisle and Edward had tried to help in their own ways, but they were completely lost when it came to female emotions. Hell, she didn't even know how to make heads or tails of everything that she was feeling.

"Hi Esme," Angela said, interrupting her thought process.

"Hello Angela," Esme said, smiling at her future daughter-in-law.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"You name the emotion and I've probably felt it in the last sixteen hours," Esme said.

"Pride?" Angela asked.

"Pride?" Esme asked her, wondering where this usually intuitive girl pulled that one from.

"Yeah," Angela said, hopping up on the counter and helping her self to one of the muffins Esme had made. "Has pride been one of the emotions you felt?"

Esme thought for a moment before looking up at Angela. "No," she sighed. "Pride has definitely not been one of my emotions."

"It should be," Angela replied, taking a bite of her muffin.

"How do you figure that?" Esme asked.

"Look," Angela said, after she finished her bite. "Alice made some horrific choices. I get that. And maybe it is because I can be a lot more emotionally disconnected than the rest of you about the whole situation but I think you should be a little proud of her for what she did last night."

"How do you figure that?" Esme asked.

"She could have tried to bury her involvement. She could have lied, or covered up a lot of things... but she didn't. She not only realized that she was wrong but she did the only thing she could to try to make it right. Now, I'm not saying that you shouldn't be hurt. I'm not saying that you shouldn't be angry or feel any other emotion that you feel. But I am saying that pride should be one of those emotions because for all her wrong actions, Alice did what she could to make it right."

Esme was speechless and Angela smiled at her tentatively, before hoping off the counter and heading off to find Edward. She hated that everyone was hurting, even Alice, who she had very little in common with.

"Hey," she said to Edward, as she walked into his childhood bedroom. He was laying back on the bed with his eyes closed listening to music. His musical choices always told her about his mood.

He opened his eyes and smiled at her softly. "Sorry about this weekend," he sighed. "I knew it wasn't going to be sunshine and rainbows, but I didn't expect this much drama."

"S'okay," Angela replied, plopping down on the bed next to him. "I know how you can make it up to me."

"Really?" Edward laughed. "And how is that?"

"Take me to your meadow again," she replied. "It isn't raining."

"I told you that the next time I took you there that I would put a ring n your finger," Edward all but growled.

"Sounds like a plan," Angela shrugged.

"Are you asking me to ask you to marry me?" Edward asked, smiling devilishly at Angela.

"Maybe," she replied, matching his smile.

"Are you getting impatient on me Dr. Weber?" Edward asked her.

"Cullen," she replied. "If I wait for you to find the perfect moment I won't be marrying you until I have gray hair."

"And we can't have that," he replied, feeling so much lighter than he had moments before.

"Definitely not," Angela replied.

"So," Edward said.

"So?" Angela replied.

"How long until you can be ready to go?" Edward asked.

"Whenever you are Cullen," she replied.

"I hope you like that," he said.

"What?" she replied.

"Cullen," he said. "Because that's a name I intend for you to have for a long long time."

"It'll do," Angela said smiling at him.

"Good," Edward replied. "Let's go!"