Disclaimer: None of this mine, nor do I claim to be Stephenie Meyer. I just like to dabble in the playground that she created with Bella, Edward and her Twilight characters. No copyright infringement is intended.
We left off with a cliffhanger from the last chapter. We'll pick up where we left off, but in Bella's POV. There will be some fall-out from the cliffie … you'll just have to see what happens.
Chapter Fifteen
Edward
The inside of the ballroom was decorated beautifully. It sparkled under the specialty lights. Photos from the campaign were projected on various screens and the makeup was displayed elegantly around the room. There was music playing, giving the room a funky vibe.
"This has got to be the coolest launch party I'd ever been to," Alice gushed, hugging Bella and then quickly squeezing me. "Victoria has told me that presales are through the roof and the hype is mainly positive."
"Mainly?" Jasper asked.
"A few negative reviews, but they are from New Moon's competitors," Alice said, rolling her eyes. "Oh, there's Laurent! We should congratulate him."
Navigating through the crowd, Alice tapped on Laurent's shoulder. He turned around, his smile wide and blinding. "Alice! Bella!" he said, hugging them both. "Jasper, it's good to see you." He shook hands with Jasper. "And, Mr. Cullen, thank you for coming." I shook hands with him, as well.
"Congratulations, Laurent. You must be so proud," I grinned.
"We worked hard for years and to see it come to fruition? It's beyond amazing," Laurent said. "It wouldn't have been possible without the hard work of everyone on the advertising team." He blinked to Bella. "You are a goddess, Bella. Your ideas are fresh, innovative and perfect for our new line."
"It was a team effort," Bella said humbly.
"Laurie! They didn't have Macallan whiskey, only Johnnie Walker Blue," said a female voice. I cringed, recognizing it immediately. "Here you go, baby." She sashayed up to Laurent, handing him a glass. She was wearing a dress that barely legal, displaying her body in an unflattering way. Her hair was bleached blonde and her makeup was caked on. With an impassive expression, her ice-blue eyes found mine. "Edward, fancy seeing you here."
I glowered at her, wanting the world to swallow me whole. "Tanya …"
Fuck. My. Life.
Bella
Who the fuck was this silicone Barbie and why was she glaring at my boyfriend? Edward was as stiff as a board, his jaw clenched and his green eyes icing over. He looked like the angry, broken man I'd first met. Emmett and Rosalie had made their way over to our group.
"Aren't you going to introduce me?" she asked.
"My apologies, beloved," Laurent cooed, sliding his arm around her waist. "Tanya Denali, this is the team that created our advertising campaign. We have Alice Brandon, the team leader. Emmett is her right hand."
"Was her right hand," Emmett answered. "I now have my own team."
"Congratulations, Emmett," Laurent beamed.
"Thanks," Emmett nodded, pursing his lips. "I may have been Alice's right hand, but Bella was the brains behind this promotional campaign. She really bonded with Victoria and together, they came up with this multi-faceted approach using social media. We're lucky to work with her."
"Agreed," Laurent smiled, clinking his champagne glass with mine. "And we're already working on our next campaign. Right, Bella?"
"We've got preliminary plans figured out," I nodded. "Victoria is still trying to finagle me to be the model for the print ads. I'm no model."
"I disagree," Edward murmured, but his voice was different, colder. "You're exquisite." I blushed, stepping closer to him. I heard a scoff and an evil laugh. I blinked up, watching the hateful woman sidled up to Laurent.
Tanya looked at me, her ice-blue eyes cold and angry. Her nose was wrinkled, I think, like she was smelling something foul. I couldn't really tell since she had more Botox in face than skin. "You? You're so plain. That dress is abominable. Completely unflattering."
I stiffened, clenching my hands into fists. Edward's arm tightened around my waist, holding me closer to his stiff body. "Tanya, that is hardly appropriate. Bella is twice the woman you ever would be," he snapped. "She'd never hurt me like you did. You're nothing but a worthless whore. I don't know what I ever saw in you."
"Mr. Cullen, that's my woman you're dissing," Laurent sneered.
"And your woman is my ex-wife," Edward sneered. "She's a soul-sucking, gold-digging slut. It's clearly apparent that not much has changed, Tanya. I'd check your bank statements, Laurent. She's got sticky fingers, who is probably spending your money on coke and heroin. If it weren't for the prenuptial agreement, I'd be in the poor house. But, she likes to fuck around and snort some blow. Get tested." He stepped away; his voice barely controlled. "Excuse me."
Silicon Barbie scowled at Edward's retreating form. We all noticed that Laurent had stepped away from Tanya, pulling out his phone. His brows furrowed and he looked at Tanya with new eyes. "He's right," Laurent muttered. "My bank account is missing over $50,000."
"I needed a dress, Laurie," Tanya pouted. "And shoes and accessories for this event."
"$50,000? No, honey … this shit doesn't fly with me. If you excuse us," Laurent spat, wrapping his fingers around Tanya's arm. He dragged her away and he clearly was not happy.
"That was the ex," Rose muttered. "She's a piece of work."
"Apparently," I said flatly.
"We should check on Laurent," Alice said.
"Maybe, after he throws the harlot to the curb," Emmett snorted.
"I'm going to find Edward. That bitch has crossed him for the last fucking time," I said. I turned on my heel, scurrying out of the ballroom.
"Bella, we need to take a group picture," Victoria called, rushing to catch up with me. She brushed my hair back, giving me a smile. "Please?"
"There's been some drama, Victoria. Can we postpone the picture until after I try to deal with it?" I explained. I hastily looked around, trying to find Edward. "Did you see Edward walk through here?"
"He looked absolutely enraged, but yeah," she nodded.
"Where did he go?"
"He was walking toward the bathroom," Victoria said, pointing down a hallway.
I said thank you and walked into the hallway. I walked toward the men's room. I heard some angry muttering. Pushing my way into the bathroom, I found Edward pacing inside like a caged animal. Once fully inside, I flipped the lock. "Edward?" I whispered.
He looked up at me and he was so angry, completely lost to his rage. His eyes were glacial and his handsome face was pulled into murderous sneer. "Why is she here?" he spat. "It's enough that she …" I stepped forward, placing my hands on his hot cheeks. "She ruined me, Bella. She hit me where it hurt the most and tore me to shreds."
"She doesn't have that power over you anymore," I hissed, hating the blonde woman who'd thrown away so much.
"It's not her. It's everything," he said, pulling back. He sat down heavily on a bench, thrusting his hands into his hair. "She took so much from me … I'm terrified that … it'll happen again." He looked up at me, distrust within his evergreen irises.
I moved so I was crouching in front of him. "Edward, I'm not her. I could never even fathom doing what she did to you," I whispered. "What she did to you was abhorrent, awful, and she deserved all that she got, if not more. You didn't deserve it, Edward. You deserve happiness. You deserve love and joy. Don't let her reappearance get in your way."
"But, as soon as I find it, I lose it," he whispered, his eyes unseeing. "Happiness, love, joy … I've lost it all."
"Did you lose me?" I pressed, caressing his handsome face. His eyes closed and he pulled his brows together. His lashes were damp, but I didn't see any tears. "Edward, look at me." He opened his eyes and they were a little more focused, swirling with emotion. "Did you lose me? Are you unhappy with me? Do you think you're unlovable?"
"No, angel," he whispered. "You are the only thing that makes me happy and worthy of redemption. You see me. Not the dark-souled monster."
"You are not a monster, Edward. You never could be. You are filled with so much light … not darkness. She has no more power over you. You are in control, Edward. Only you," I murmured. Edward traced my face, helping me to stand and staring into my eyes. "You're stronger than anyone I know."
"Not stronger than you, Bella," he said. He slid his arms around my waist, burying his nose into my hair. I didn't say anything. I just scratched his back as he calmed down, giving him the support he should have always had. He blew out a breath, stepping back and looked at me. His fingers gently caressed my features, barely stroking my skin. "Thank you, angel. Just, thank you for everything." He leaned down, kissing my lips so lovingly.
There was a harsh pounding on the door. We jumped apart from the interruption. "Come on! I've got take a leak!"
"Attractive," I deadpanned.
"Thank you, angel," he whispered, appearing more composed.
"Will you be okay?" I asked quietly, threading our fingers together as we walked to the exit. He flipped the lock, opening the door for me and ushering me out of the bathroom.
"You couldn't get a room?" the man grumbled, unzipping his fly.
Edward tensed, but I gently guided him away from the crass gentleman, peeing in the urinal. We walked to a quiet corner and sat down on a bench. Edward held my hands with his. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here, angel," he muttered.
"Well, perhaps you got some closure," I suggested. "I feel badly for Laurent."
"Me, too," Edward frowned. "Another pawn in Tanya's game of chess. Perhaps, she'll get her just desserts."
"I think so," I smirked. "Laurent was not pleased after you told him about her indiscretions. She'd stolen money from him." I cupped my hand on his cheek. "Are you really okay? Or, do you want to go? We can go back to my place, put on some sweats and just veg out."
"No, I want to spend the night with you on my arm. You are far more gorgeous than any other woman in that room," Edward smiled. "Besides, I want to dance with my girlfriend."
"You might regret that, Grinch," I snorted. "I have two left feet."
"It's all in the leading," he replied, standing up and pulling me up with him. He gave me his crooked grin, but it didn't have its usual sparkle. I was worried about him. Seeing his ex-wife obviously hit him harder than he was letting on. The mask was firmly in place.
We walked back into the ballroom. Edward picked up glass of champagne, handing it to me. He looped my arm through his and we glided further inside. I saw Laurent, but his date was blatantly absent.
"Oh, good! You're back," Victoria sang. "Now, we can take a group photo of everyone involved in making this product launch so successful."
The group of over fifty people stood in front of the LCD screen with the pictures from the promotional campaign. I was sandwiched between Victoria and Edward. Several photos were taken before Victoria exclaimed that she needed a photo with the MAC superstars who'd made all her dreams come true. Once the photos were taken, Alice asked if she could post them to the MAC Instagram. Victoria eagerly agreed. They were posted and Victoria scurried over to Laurent, who was still simmering in anger over what had transpired with Edward's ex.
Edward was still portraying what he needed to be. His smiles were easy, but there was an emptiness in his eyes. The mask was firmly in place. When the music began, Edward danced with me and it was fun. He was right; it was all being about the leading.
Toward the end of the night, the smooth sound of The Flamingos begun. Edward spun me into his arms, capturing my hand over his heart as the song, "I Only Have Eyes for You" filled the room. Our movements were smooth and the emptiness faded as he gently sang to me. It was so quiet, but his smooth baritone rumbled through my ears. To be honest, I don't think he was even aware that he was singing. We were lost in the moment. When the song ended, Edward pressed his forehead to mine. His lips moved, but no words came out. He pressed his mouth to mine. He pulled back, staring into my eyes. "You ready to go, angel?"
"Here or back to my place?" I asked. "I would completely understand if you wanted to leave."
The emptiness in his eyes lifted and he kissed me deeply. "I would rather go back to either your place or mine. The fact that Tanya was here? It really rattled me."
"I get it, Edward. I do," I smiled, brushing my hands through his soft hair. "Come on. Let's go." On our way out, we said our goodbyes to our friends and Victoria and Laurent. When we walked out of the ballroom, Edward called a car service. He'd taken public transit to work and was driven to the hotel. I rode in with Alice since we had our day of beauty.
"The car service I used to drive me here will arrive in a few minutes," Edward said. "I'm sorry about …"
"Don't apologize," I smiled. "If I saw my psycho ex, I'd be rattled, too."
"If I'd seen her before I met you, I would have …" he trailed off. "It wouldn't have been pretty. I'm still reeling from the emotions, but it's not as bad as it was before. I still have a lot of issues … I still hate myself. There's a lot of self-loathing swirling in my head. Part of it is what Tanya did to me and the other part is my past."
"Edward," I chided.
"I'm working on it," he chuckled darkly. "I really like the idea of going home, putting on a pair of sweats and just veg out. As long as I get to hold you, I'm happy."
"That sounds fabulous, but getting out of my heels is my number one priority," I giggled.
His cell phone chimed and he smiled. "The car's here. Ask and ye shall receive, angel." He helped me to my feet, draping his jacket over my shoulders. We walked out of the beautiful hotel and into the waiting black car.
"I thought you didn't need me anymore, man," the driver teased Edward.
"Yeah, well, plans changed," Edward teased right back.
"Back to the office, Mr. Cullen?"
"Nope. You're heading to this address," Edward explained, giving him my address.
The drive was quiet. Edward draped my legs over his, massaging my calves. He was staring at me, a tender smile on his face. I snuggled closer to him, lost in his green eyes. The haunted look was fading away and more emotions swirled within his gaze.
We arrived at my home. Edward paid for the car while I took out my keys. Outside of my home, Edward slid behind me and smiled. "It looks beautiful, angel. The lights twinkling? I can see why Katie wanted all of this," he murmured.
"We've added more. Katie wanted me to have a tree in my room," I snickered and unlocked the door. "So, she worked with Senna and Tia one day when I was working late to decorate my bedroom." Inside, I kicked off my shoes and sighed in relief. "I hate heels."
"Those look particularly uncomfortable," Edward chuckled.
"Come on, Grinch. We have a date with some sweats and Netflix," I quipped.
"Unfortunately, all I have is my tux," he smirked.
"I have some things that used to belong to Phil," I said, tugging on his hand. "They should fit you. He was your height, but a bit more portly around the middle." We walked upstairs and I found a t-shirt from Phil's alma mater, Yale and a pair of plaid sleep pants. "If you want, you can change in Katie's bathroom."
"Thank you, angel," he said, kissing my temple.
He ducked out of the room and I found some cute pajamas for me to lounge in. Deciding on a pair of black and white shorts with a matching long-sleeved top, I ducked into the bathroom. I stripped out of my dress, breathing deeply because I'd been trying to hide the slight pooch I had in my belly. I tugged on my jammies after I scrubbed my face clean of the makeup that was applied. I finished my nightly routine, padding back into the bedroom. I hung up the dress and put in my closet.
"Bella?" Edward called. "Do you have a hanger that I can borrow?"
"Be right there," I replied, taking a nice wooden hanger from my closet. I knocked on the bathroom door and Edward opened it up. He was wearing the pants, but he was shirtless. He was quite muscular, but my eyes were drawn to several scars along his torso. "Here you go. My stepdad used these for his suits."
"Perfect," Edward smiled. He turned and I saw deeper scars along his back.
Don't stare. Don't stare. DO NOT STARE!
"Do you want something to eat? Drink? The champagne and appetizers were delicious, but not that filling," I prattled anxiously. "I'll get us both something. I'll be back." I darted down the stairs and into the kitchen. I leaned heavily against the counter, my heart shattering at the torture Edward endured as a child. Who would do that to a kid? They are fucking monsters! "Keep it together, Bella," I muttered to myself. "He's still the same guy." I looked in the kitchen for something convenient for us to eat. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything. It also didn't help that my mind was spinning out of control. I took out a bottle of beer. Alcohol seemed like a good idea.
"I know you saw them," Edward said quietly.
"Holy shit!" I dropped the beer and it shattered all over the floor. "Damn it!"
"Don't move, angel. You're bare foot," Edward chided.
"So are you," I argued.
"I'm no stranger to pain, Bella. Please?" he frowned. "I … just, please?" I nodded, my eyes brimming with tears at his admission. He quickly mopped up the spilled beer and tossed the pieces of glass into the garbage. "I'm not hungry, Bella. And if you want me to go …"
"No!" I shouted. He jumped. "Sorry. I don't mean to freak out, but it's hard not to."
"I promise to tell you about them tomorrow, angel," he breathed, pleading with me to let it go. "Today has been such a mindfuck with seeing the ex and putting on the mask. The only thing that got me through it was you. You're the only who sees me."
"Okay," I nodded. "I'm sorry if I made you feel like an exhibit at the zoo."
He looked at me and gave me sad grin. "You didn't. But, based on your hasty departure I know you saw evidence of what I endured."
I swallowed down bile, my heart breaking for the handsome man standing before me. "Well, I promised you vegging out. Let's go upstairs and watch the worst thing imaginable and crash."
"What's the worst thing?" Edward asked.
"Anything with Jim Carrey in it … I'm leaning toward Ace Ventura: Pet Detective. It'll rot our brains," I quipped. It was my turn to don a mask. Edward needed normalcy and I was determined to give it to him, even if it broke my heart at the cruelty of humanity.
Who would purposely hurt a child? What did Edward do to warrant those horrific scars on his chest? He was just a little boy without a family, yearning for love but only got the harsh blows of fists, belts and the burnt end of a cigarette.
He did not deserve any of that. No one does.
We both fell asleep relatively quickly. Edward was obviously exhausted from the 'mindfuck' as he put it. I was tired because I was heartbroken over his pain. When I woke up, Edward was crushing me to his body. He'd apparently gotten hot and his shirt was off. It was dim in my bedroom, but there was enough light that I could see the outline of his features and the scars on his torso.
It was all so much. I ran my fingers along his collarbones and felt the warmth of his skin. Cigarette burns, scrapes and even evidence of a couple of stab wounds littered his pale skin. I didn't realize I was crying until a tear fell onto my hand. I sniffled quietly and it woke Edward up. "Don't cry, angel. I deserved this."
"No one deserves this," I cried, pressing my hand to his chest, just above his heart. "You did not deserve to be burned by a cigarette or anything else. Why do you think that?"
"It was what I was told for years," Edward shrugged, holding me tightly. "Until my adoptive parents."
"You didn't deserve this," I whispered.
"I'm starting to believe that," he murmured, looking at me. "I wanted last night to be about us, but with everything that happened? It all fell to the wayside."
"I got to spend the night with you. I really like waking up with you," I whispered. "I feel safe in your arms. You are quite the cuddler."
"Only with you, angel," he said, his lips finding my neck and he gently kissed me. His hand was on my stomach, just underneath my shirt. "I want to touch you. Can I?"
I brushed my fingers through his sleep-crazy hair. Gliding my fingers down his jaw, I kissed his lips. He relaxed against me, sliding his arms around me. Our kisses were indulgent and languid. I massaged his back, feeling some rough skin from more scars, but I wanted to share this with him. His hands moved underneath my sleep shirt, caressing my back. He slid his hand down my back and to my leg, hitching it over his hip. I could feel his hardness between my legs. I whimpered, rocking against him. He rolled us so I was on his lap, hovering over him.
"You're so soft, angel," he growled against my mouth. "And warm …"
"When I have a snuggly boyfriend …" I purred, nibbling on his lower lip. He smiled, gliding his hands underneath my shirt. "You can take off my shirt, Edward. Do you want that?"
"Fuck, yes," he said, sitting up and pulling my shirt off my body. He pulled me closer to him, pressing my bare chest to his. He let out a quiet, strangled whimper. I kissed his lips, dragging my mouth to his earlobe. "You're perfect, Bella."
I sat back, smiling at him and blushing at his compliment. "So are you, Edward." He started to scoff, but I forced him to look me in the eyes. "Perfect for me." I picked up his hand, weaving our fingers together before I laid it over my breast. His thumb circled my nipple and I shuddered in pleasure. He kissed me, rolling us so I was on my back. His fingers danced along my skin, teasing my breasts as he devoured my mouth. I was lost to his kisses and taunting caresses. I arched into his hands, wanting to feel more.
Edward kissed down my neck and wrapped his lips around my nipple. I threw my head back, reveling in his tongue swirling around my tit. His hands hovered around my shorts, but stopped suddenly. My phone was ringing on the nightstand. I groaned, "No …"
Edward moved back up, panting heavily. His lips were swollen and his eyes were sparkling with desire. "It might be important," he said.
I sighed, picking up the phone and seeing Senna's number. Sliding my finger across the screen, I answered, "Hello?"
"Hey, Bella," Senna said. "I'm sorry to call you so early. Katie is not feeling well. She woke up around three, throwing up. I gave her some ginger ale and toast, but the poor thing is miserable."
"Okay, I'll be there in a little bit," I answered. "I need to wake up and get dressed. It was a late night." I blinked over to Edward, who was staring at me unabashedly. I was still naked from the waist up.
"Thanks, Bella. Again, I'm sorry for calling so early," Senna murmured apologetically. "See you in a bit."
I hung up the phone, pushing Edward back onto the bed. I snuggled against him, frowning. "I've got to go. Katie's sick, an upset stomach," I explained. "I was really enjoying what we were doing."
"Me, too," he breathed, tracing his fingers along my back. "Everything about you is so beautiful."
I blushed, pressing a kiss above his heart. "You make me feel beautiful, Edward. And, as much as I want to stay here, curled up in your arms and continue what we started, I've got a sister who's blowing chunks," I deadpanned. "Do you want me to drop you off at your condo before I pick up Katie?"
"Yeah," he said. "I can come back, if you'd like?"
"Can I let you know? If Katie has the stomach flu, I don't want to infect you," I said, wrinkling my nose as I tugged on my shirt. "Hell, I don't want to infect myself. I can't handle puking."
"If you need her looked at, I'm certain I could pull some strings with Dr. Volturi or my dad," Edward shrugged. He got out of the bed. I looked at him, staring at his back. The scars that littered it were deep and ugly. My heart broke when I saw them. He'd been whipped for being a child. He put on the t-shirt he'd worn to bed. "Just let me know."
I got up, scrambling to stand in front of him. "I will, Edward. I promise," I breathed. "Are you okay?" I pressed my hands to his face. He leaned into my touch, kissing my palms. "With seeing Tanya and the abrupt end of our time together?"
"I'm not okay with seeing Tanya, but I will be. In time," he answered honestly, pulling me into an embrace. "In regard to our time together? You've given me a gift. You are truly the most exquisite creature I'd ever laid my eyes on. In a way, I'm glad that we were interrupted. I want to be with you, but now isn't the right time."
"You're in charge, Edward," I smiled, kissing him sweetly. "And I agree, now wouldn't have been the right time. We'll know, Edward. When it's right for us."
"I don't deserve your patience, angel," he murmured. "But, you have a pukey sister to pick up. I'm going to brush my teeth and try to wake up."
"There's an extra brush in the medicine cabinet," I said.
"Thank you, angel," he breathed. He walked out of the bedroom and into Katie's bathroom. I pulled a pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie. I changed into that outfit and brushed my teeth. Piling my hair into a messy bun, I stuffed my feet into a pair of sneakers. Edward leaned casually against the door frame, with his tuxedo draped over his arm. "Are you okay, Bella?"
"I'm just stealing myself for dealing with vomit and whiney Kit Kat," I sighed. "Say a prayer for me. Are you ready?"
He nodded, holding out his hand. I took it and we walked out to the garage. I drove him back to his condo. We kissed briefly before he got out. He made me promise to call him if I needed extra help with Katie. With that, I drove to Senna's brownstone. Senna looked a little worse for wear. "Are you okay, Senna?" I asked.
"Now, Tia has it," she frowned. "I got a phone call that a couple of the other girls from the dance class are also sick."
"Lovely," I said flatly. I stepped inside and I smelled the sickly, sweet stench of vomit.
"Hey, Bella," Nahuel said, carrying Tia in his arms. She looked miserable and her skin was waxy. "Sorry about …"
"How would you know that the girls would bring home the plague?" I quipped, seeing Katie laying on the couch. Her face was pale and her eyes were rheumy. "Oh, Kit Kat." I crouched down, feeling her forehead. She wasn't warm, but clammy. "Let's go home."
"I feel icky, Bella," she said.
"Come on, Kit Kat," I muttered, helping her into her coat. Senna handed me her backpack and garbage can. "Really?"
"Trust me," Senna grumbled. "Projectile … I swear …"
I tucked the bag over my shoulder and picked up Katie. I balanced her, the garbage can and the backpack. Senna helped me out to the car. "Call me if you need anything, Bella."
"Thanks, Senna," I said, turning over my car. "Hopefully, it's just a twenty-four hour bug."
"Fingers are crossed," she snickered.
"Bella …" Katie moaned.
"I'm going, Kit Kat," I said. "Bye, Senna. Thank you for taking her yesterday, even if she got the flu." I waved through the window and pulled away from the curb. I think I broke several laws, trying to get home before Katie blew chunks in the back of my car. We made it back to the brownstone by the skin of our teeth. Katie ended up throwing up in the garbage can in the garage and all over her feet. I carried her inside, battening down the hatches for the weekend filled with whines, crying, vomit and next to no sleep.
If only I could invent a time machine and go back a few hours? I missed being curled up next to Edward.
A/N: Shorter than I anticipated, but we learned a little bit more about Edward and his past. People who hurt children deserve a special place in hell, if you ask me. I wanted to have some lemony goodness, but it didn't seem right. You know?
Up next will be Edward, some more fallout from the reappearance of the Wicked Witch of the West. He may have seemed okay, but seeing Tanya rattled him. We'll also get up to Christmas and introduce Bella to Carlisle and Esme. Leave me some loving!
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