EPOV

"Wow, Edward!" Carlisle gasped at the news. Esme had long since left.

"She was the most amazingly beautiful thing that I ever saw," I rambled on. There weren't words able enough to describe they way I felt about this woman that I didn't even know. My heat began to flutter at the very thought of her brown eyes staring into my green ones.

"Edward, earth to Edward," Carlisle waved his hands in front of me as I began to drift of to my sub conscious.

"Sorry, Carlisle."

"So what is this 'angel's' name?" he asked mimicking the way I described her when I first burst into the room.

"Bella," I simply replied letting her name roll off my tongue.

"That's all? Bella?"

"I never got her last name. But this is impossible," I stammered lowering my head remembering Mike.

"Why is it impossible?" Carlisle asked stunned.

"I think she is married or something. To this man named Mike. Not to mention she is first class. I don't even deserve a smile from her."

"Oh, sorry kid," Carlisle comforted. I wanted to change the subject because the thought of me and that angel never being able to be together wreaked havoc on my sanity.

"So what is up with this lady Esme?"

"Oh, Edward she is wonderful. Everything that I ever dreamed of. She is just like us, Edward. Alone I meant. I think I'm in love," Carlisle stated.

"That's wonderful," I told Carlisle as I lied down on the bottom bunk and stared at the bottom of his bunk. My mind began to wonder off into the depths of her brown eyes.

I think I am in love also, but not to a human being. My heart desired something that was beyond humans. A creature of pure beauty. Heaven was truly missing an angel and I had to get her before heaven calls her back.

BPOV

"No, I told you already. Nothing happened," I informed my sisters.

"Well, all we heard was a scream. That's when Mike jumped from the table to go see if you were alright," Rosalie retold. "He really loves you, you know."

"Sure," I said not listening. My mind was too busy to listen. I thought of Edward. The way his green eyes glanced at me when I begged him to join us for dinner. I didn't know why I did it. I just acted on intuition. Something in me told me to invite him. I knew Mike didn't like this one bit. He was still convinced that Edward had laid his hands on me.

"Bella, you invited this strange third class man to come to dinner with us. What is going on?" Alice asked me. She somehow always knew when something was out of place and she always tried to make it her duty to find out.

"You guys are worrying over nothing. You should be grateful towards him. He did save my life after all," I reminded.

"Okay. We'll play along for a while," Alice said smirking. "But no funny business."

Alice knew something I didn't and I hated it when he did this.

Mike entered the dressing room once he knew my sleeping gown was on. He nodded Rosalie and Alice off. They exited the dressing room and retreated to their own rooms with their husbands.

"How are you feeling?" he asked

"I'm fine actually," I replied to him.

"Sure you are. You have some filth from third class put his hands all over you and you are fine?" he asked unsure of himself.

"For the last time, he wasn't attempting to rape me," I spat.

"But he had to pull you back overboard, meaning he touched you," Mike said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Would you rather he have let me fall?" I asked with curiosity in my voice.

"Of course not. I rather you have stayed inside," he spat back taking my challenge. "You are not permitted to leave my side again, Bella. Do you understand?"

I was in pure shock. Who the hell was he to permit me to do anything? I may have never met my father, but he sure the hell wasn't it.

"I'm not your daughter," I reminded him. He hand immediately grabbed my face so that I was forced to look at him.

"No you are not. But you are my fiancée. And you will do as I say, Bella. I tell you my patience with you is running quite short," he let go of my face then sighed.

"I'm…sorry," I don't even know why I was apologizing, but I knew right now it was for the best. I slumped up in the chair that I was sitting in. Mike looked at the sadness in my face and frowned giving me a peck on my lips.

"Let's go to bed," he said taking my hands leading me out the dressing room. I followed him not wanting any more trouble for the day knowing my battle was lost.

Morning came not fast enough. All throughout the night Mike held me and insisted on not letting my move an inch. He was so territorial some time till it made me sick. Every time I would try to get up for some water he would tug me back down and ask me where was I going.

Finally, to my relief, Jasper and Emmett called him to come to breakfast.

"Do you desire anything?" he asked me.

"No, I'm not hungry," I lied.

"That's right, you do have to fit in your wedding dress," he mused getting out of bed to put on his suit. That last comment bothered me. Who was he to talk about my weight? That was right, he was my fiancé. I sighed and remained in bed as he exited to the dressing room

As I has this time alone to think I thought about Edward. His green eyes swayed in what little dreams I had all night. The way he starred at me was unbelievable. I have had people ogle at me all my life, but there was something about his stare that dumbfounded me. I have never seen that look in a man's eyes before. Not to mention I was completely grateful that he pulled me back overboard.

I listened while Mike made his exit. This was my chance to sneak out. I rolled out of the bed and hurried over to the dressing room to grab my other blue dress of the hanger. I dressed quietly careful not to wake my sisters. Their husbands had gone to get breakfast too, but I could tell that like me they remained behind.

I snuck out our room and made my way outside to the deck trying not to be seen.

"Good morning, Bella," a sly voice called. I turned around to meet Lauren's gaze.

"Good morning," I said returning the greeting.

"My, where are you going?" she asked.

"Just for a walk," I replied trying to give her as little information as possible.

"Continue," she said sleekly as if she was up to something.

I turned so that my back was facing hers and began to speed up my walking process. I had little time before she told Mike what was up and he came to fetch me. I could here his scolding words now. He would curse and yell. But who cares? I had to see this Edward again.

I made my way to the third class deck and began to stare around for him. Would he be here? He was here last night. Sure enough I found him leaning on the railing next to a blonde handsome male who had his arms wrapped around a heart faced female. I wanted to surprise him with my presence so I was quiet with my steps. Now I was directly behind his back and he didn't even notice. Something about the way he was leaning had my emotions kick into overdrive. I leaned in so I was almost in his ear.

"Good morning, Mr. Masen," I teased. He hopped up and twirled around to get a good look at me. He was indeed taken aback by my appearance.

"Oh…uh…please call me Edward," he stammered almost unable to speak.

"Edward," I chimed.

"Good…good morning…. Miss…uh…"

"Swan. Isabella Swan. But please, call me Bella," I stated. He was flustered which made his already beautiful face look even more extraordinaire and innocent.

"Bella, this is my good friend Carlisle. And this is Esme," he introduced his friends to me. They too looked shocked at my presence.

"Nice to meet you, Bella," Carlisle greeted shaking my hand.

"You are beautiful," Esme said marveling. I immediately felt uncomfortable. "Edward has been rambling about you all morning long."

"Well I hope he said something nice about me," I humored her.

"Trust me, nothing but nice things," as Carlisle said this I saw Edward nudge him in the shoulders. He winced at the pain then straightened his face.

"Edward, I came here to talk to you. I don't believe my fiancé gave you the proper grace yesterday," I began to mumble at the thought of how rude Mike had treated Edward yesterday. Edward looked up at me through his lashes sending me into a state of admiration.

"Sure, let's walk," he suggested. I followed him as we left his friends leaning on the railing. He looked up into my eyes and the green started smoldering every appearance on my face. I blushed quickly and turned away.

"I just wanted to tell you that I was truly grateful to you pulling me back overboard," I informed. Talking to someone never been this hard before. For some reason I was shy around this man. At first I hadn't even noticed that he had on the same clothes that he had on yesterday. That was something Alice would completely write off, but who cared. This man was still gorgeous.

"Well it was my pleasure," Edward claimed as he stuck his hand in his pockets. He looked just as lost for words as I did. "So what brought you out to third class deck last night?"

"I wanted some fresh air. I think I should be liberated to go anywhere I want," I stated hoping he wasn't a tyrant like Mike.

"Just thought what a girl like you would be doing down here," he claimed.

"You obviously don't know me very well, Edward. All this class business is just overrated to me," I rambled on. "I mean who could really tell a person where they shouldn't go or what they shouldn't do or how they should act."

"I couldn't agree with you more, Bella," he said immediately staring in my eyes.

"You have pretty eyes," I commented.

"Thank you," he thanked. Did I just hear a thank you out of a male? Who was this man with unyielding manners?

"So, what brings you to Titanic?" I asked him.

"Carlisle carried me off here at the last minute," he began to explain. "We were in the bar and this man started rumbling on about how his wife left him with the two tickets and how he didn't want to go anymore."

I was stunned by his honesty. That was something that Mike would never be able to own up to. I stared into his green eyes and could see the truth seeping from his words.

"So…no packing. Just like that you left?" I asked.

"I don't own enough possessions to care about to be honest," he stated staring down. I realized I probably made him uncomfortable.

"This must be a change for you then? On a ship like this?"

"It's…okay. But I have seen things more beautiful than this ship," he said smiling into my face. Was he commenting me? Wow. There was no end to his perfections. "So…why did you invite me to dinner tonight?"

"Oh, that! Well, I thought you weren't thanked properly enough, that's all," I almost stumbled with my words. "Don't you want to come to dinner with us tonight?" I asked.

"Well of course, but I must admit to being a tad bit nervous about the situation. I mean I am going into a pit of rich people," he chuckled. I couldn't help but laugh also. "So what do you first classes do for fun besides eat dinners?"

"We do nothing for fun. Fun is considered childish and rude," I muttered with a hint of annoyance in my voice.

"Do you think that?"

"Of course not! I want to have fun too. I want to ride horses out to the horizon, or sail the seven seas, or something along those lines," I rambled on. He was laughing at me.

"Poor Bella," he chuckled.

"Yes, poor me."

"What about your music?" he asked curiously.

"Well, violin mainly, but I hate that damn instrument! I really love the sound of a piano. It's so…soothing," I said softly.

"You love the piano?" he asked. I nodded my head to answer him yes.

He took my hand without another word and pulled me off. I tried to ask him where he was taking me, but he wouldn't tell. If it wasn't for him holding my hand I would have never been able to keep up. Finally, we arrived in a first class gala room. It was empty.

"Edward, what are we doing here?" I asked him. He didn't reply. He let go of my hand and made his way over to a baby grand piano and sat down on the piano bench.

He began strumming keys as if he was practicing something. Then a beautiful melody shifted throughout the room. My mouth fell open in complete awe. He laughed at me when he turned around to see my face. His hands were still moving swiftly across the piano.

"It's amazing," I gasped.

"It was a song for my mother," he replied. The song came to an end as if shifted into a lazed back tone. I began to laugh at the sound of serenity through its chords.

"This is one I made for Carlisle," he stated.

"You think you could make one for me?" I asked. The piano stopped all together and he glared up at me with some emotion blazing across the planes of his face. This was all to weird. I barely knew this man, but the desire to kiss him was all to potent.

"Bella?" someone called. I recognized the voice that belonged to Mike.

"Edward, get out of here!" I yelped. He arched his eyebrow in question. "Trust me!"

He leapt up from the piano bench and darted off to the back entrance of the empty gala room.

"Bella?" Mike called again.

"In here!" I exclaimed. Mike entered the room to stare at me with anger in his eyes.

"There you are. I been looking all over for you when Lauren told me you went for a walk. Why are you in here?" he asked glancing at my position by the piano.

"I wanted to see the piano," I replied. Damn my abilities for lying.

"Really?" he asked catching on.

"Most certainly," I replied with monotone.

"I told you to stay with me, you wondrous woman," he said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me out of the room heading back up to our rooms.

I didn't think of Mike's hold on me. I couldn't even remember where I was at the moment. My mind was swiveling back at the room from the chords and notes that Edward had put in my head.