A/N: No reviews? The one day I pick to post no one's on? I am very disappointed in all of you ... you'd better review, or else!
Disclaimer: If I am Stephenie Meyer, I will get hit by a lighting bolt in the next thirty seconds ... (sizzle! zap!) Well (cough cough) that was unexpected ...
Rosalie Hale was perfect. Perfectly perfect. In fact, when someone had invented the word perfect, they were probably staring at her ancient ancestress. Rosalie Hale was also lovely, graceful, ravishing, flawless, intelligent, charming, and very, very bored with life. But she didn't tend to mention that to others as much as the ones above.
So Rosalie, one day, decided on a game. After all, people were always staring at her. Why couldn't she look back at them? And Rosalie became, as well as the star, the one and only judge of her life.
After all, she was beautiful--why couldn't she judge everyone else because of it? As she walked home beside her father Rosalie would look at the men gaping and women longing, evaluating them and, just as quickly, dismissing them. They were all flawed ... hair frayed at the ends, zits poking through the layers of makeup, flabby thighs that no clothes could conceal. No one had ever earned a perfect, except for her.
And the Cullens. Try as she might, Rosalie could find no flaw--even their pallor that would look ghastly on anyone else only contributed to their allure. They were even more beautiful than her, and Rosalie could help hating them for it ... but what did it matter? They didn't mingle, and she did. Her name was the one on everyone's lips. She was, truly, a goddess.
One day, after too many worthless suitors to count, Rosalie holed herself up in her room and fought back a scream. How could they be so stupid? They were ugly. She was not. Why in the world would she want them? The entire concept of being bound to someone was absurd. It wasn't for her, Rosalie Hale, the girl who had everything. Except a husband.
So, then, she had to marry, but ... who? No one was worthy. Even her parents could see that these suitors weren't in the same league as their darling baby girl ...
Suddenly it came to her. The only person Rosalie would marry would be a man who won the game. Was perfect enough for her.
She waited for five long years, and nearly despaired ...
Until that day. That day at the bank. The day she met him.
Royce King. Even his name was perfect.
The only other person--well, real person. the Cullens didn't count--to win the game besides her. Ever. And he had sent her roses.
She was planning their wedding already.
Just a bit of mocking insight into Rosalie's pre-change life. Thought that game would be fun to play ... And, of course, had to bring up the Cullens. I can't believe you guys didn't review my last chapter! Oh well, I'm feeling generous, so I give you this one free of charge. You better not disappoint.
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