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Esme has this look on her face. I can tell it's taking everything in her to not be bouncing and screaming like a two year old hyped up on sugar.
Carlisle wants to have another discussion. I think he just wants an excuse to be out of the blast zone when she finally explodes.
I follow him anyway. Edward doesn't seem to have an office, so he leads me to the guest room, which apparently has a small balcony.
The weather always seems to be fair and pleasant here. It's always the perfect temperature to be comfortable in light clothing.
A slight breeze blows some of my hair away from my face and over my shoulders. I close my eyes to savor it.
There's a faint smile on Carlisle's face when he leans on the railing and turns his face towards me.
"You look better."
"I feel better."