We pulled up to a large home squished in-between to buildings. It much have been four floors. Edward said it used to be a studio of some famous painter. The door was a beautiful chestnut brown with gold letter above it reading "A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi" the door was framed by large white columns. The brick was a beautiful red and there were windows everywhere and beautiful balcony at the upper levels, all with the same columns. The walkway was marble, with a high black gothic fence.
The flight had been long, and quite annoying. I was eager to get to Moscow.
"What does that mean?" I asked Edward pointing to the calligraphy above my head.
He chuckled "A precipice in front, wolves behind its Latin."
Carlisle opened the great brown door and I walked inside. The walls were all white, and the floor was all hardwood. It was very open, with only a leather couch inside. I looked at Edward to know what to do next. He took my hand and led me to the staircase.
"Were on the top"
Ever since that night, the last night in Forks Edward has been a little bit off. I know he's worried, but what can be worse than what we are already been through.
"are you ok?" I ask
"of course"
"Lying has never been a strong attribute of yours"
He looks down at me, and then looks back up the stairs and says nothing.
"Edward-"
"Bella you underestimate the severance of this situation."
"Are you talking about Jacob?"
"Its not just him." We reached the stop level, it was the same as the bottom except that it had a small washroom and kitchenette. The studio area had a bed and a couch. "I'm worried how eager you are to go through with this."
"Edward, I will make you a promise."
He stopped and turned and looked into my eyes, I could tell that he wanted me to say that I had changed my mind.
"I will marry you after"
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