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Edward Cullen/GO, BELLA!
It's quiet.
Too quiet.
Like it's so silent they can't be moving in there.
Bella's the first to talk.
"It's obvious that New Year's was an act," she says. "So let's hash out whatever this is. Right here, right now."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, come on, lady. You spent an hour coddling me on New Year's, and now you're acting like I'm not good enough to scrape the food off your dirty plates. Literally. You got beef with me? Then let's go."
"You aren't good enough for my son."
"Says you. Apparently, he thinks differently."
Mom scoffs.
"He's still young. He doesn't know what's good for him."
"And you do?"
"He deserves an equal. Not some bloodsucking leach who will drain him when the relationship goes stale."
"Well, that's a load of bullshit if I've ever heard one."
"I know your type."
I try to stand up, but Dad stops me.
"It's time your mother was put in her place, don't you think, son?"
"Fuck off, Esme!"