BPOV

He ate so graceful. I could tell Alice was ordering him how to use the appropriate silverware for which foods. Our dinner has passed by in mere silence until my rowdy brother in law had to interrupt it. He never let silence pass.

"So, Edward, my man, what brings you to the ship of dreams?" Emmett asked. Edward looked up from his plate with a mouth full of food. He swallowed and I could hear the lump in his throat that he had to pull out in order to speak to this intimidating man.

"Just got lucky," he stated.

"How so?" Emmett pondered on.

"Well my friend, Carlisle, and I were outside at a pub just five minutes before the ship left when some man start nagging us about how his wife left him. Then he gave us both the tickets that he had for him and his wife," Edward explained. Everyone at the table seemed shocked to hear Edward speak such truth.

"Well I guess you would have to say that you are indeed one very lucky man," Jasper said nodding to him.

Rosalie and my mother remained silent and refused to contribute to any part of the conversation. So it was going to be one of those days then. I sighed.

"What's the matter, dear," Mike asked me squeezing my hand.

"Nothing," I assured him.

"Is it time to ask this filth to return to his rightful place?" he whispered in my ear. I gave him and frown then turned my attention back to the conversation.

"So, where do you live, Edward?" Emmett asked him. You would think he was an police officer the way the interrogation was going.

"Well, right now I live on the grandest ship in the world," he explained still being honest.

"How do you manage?" Eric asked finally contributing to the conversation. Lauren stared at Eric as if he had betrayed her.

"Well, I just go wherever the wind takes me. About a few years ago I was in America, then I ended up in Europe, and now I'm being shipped by the finest services that the world could offer. And I met some amazing people," he stated nodding off in my direction. I immediately blushed. I could almost feel the fumes coming of Mike's skin.

"And you think that kind of existing is appealing do you?" my mother asked rudely, speaking to him for the second time since they met. I stared at my mother as if I was about to curse her out. I wanted to strangle her from where we were right now for being so callously rude.

"Well, no ma'am I can't say I do. But every since my mother and father died I have no other choice. I was left with no where to go or no one to be with," Edward explained. I felt a stab in my heart. He didn't choose to live this way it was forced on him. I wanted to cry for him, but I also didn't want to embarrass myself. He wasn't crying.

"May I ask how your parents died?" Alice asked cautiously.

"Spanish Influenza, I think," Edward said staring off into space trying to remember if that was the right disease.

"To your parents, man," Emmett said holding his glass up to make a toast. The rest of us did the same as we repeated 'to your parents'. Mike and my mother were the only ones excluded from the toast.

Time dragged on and so did dinner. We sat and listened to Jasper and Emmett recollect their memories of America. And we sat and listened to Eric tirade on about banks and how they were going to be everyone's social downfall.

Finally the men of the table stood up.

"Well, gentlemen I think it is time for a cigar and some Brandy," Emmett said standing up also. "Would you care to join us, Edward?"

"No thank you I have to be getting back," he informed Emmett. Emmett shook his hand then followed the rest of the men out of the dinner room.

Edward then stood up and so did I to get my proper goodbye. That was something I wasn't willing to do. How could I ever tell this amazing creature goodbye?

"Well, time for me to go back to reality," Edward stated chuckling.

"I really wish you wouldn't have to go," as soon as I said this I seen some weird emotion flash through his eyes. He leaned in so that his mouth was hovering a few inches from my ear.

"Meet me in the room with the piano in a hour," he said. My heart jumped. I was not about to have to say goodbye. I watched as he left and sat down next to Alice. She smiled up at me.

"How adorable," she whispered to me.

"What no lecture?" I asked rhetorically.

"Not if you are becoming exceptionally happy," she stated smiling.

I waited patiently for an hour to roll by. When it finally did I made my way out of our room only to bump into Rosalie. She was already in her nightgown and had her hair pinned up for the night. Her gaze was terrifying as she stared at me trying to seep the truth through my actions.

"And where are you going?" she asked with a hint of acid in her voice.

"A stroll," I lied. She saw right through it.

"Don't you lie to me, Isabella," she threatened

"What do you want, Rosalie? I'm going to see Edward okay! He wanted to meet me somewhere," I spat at her trying to make my way around.

"Are you willing to throw everything out the window that you have with Mike for this poor boy. He is nothing but scum, Bella. Poor scum at that!" she hissed.

"You are unimaginable bitch, you know that right. Mike won't know if you don't tell him," I pressed that subject on hard.

"Fine, I won't say a word. But you already thanked the man. So tonight, let this be your last that you see him or else I would put an ultimate end to this," she said to me in a threatening tone. "Do you hear me, Bella?"

"Whatever," I hissed over my shoulder making my way out of the room.

Every time I took a step I had to look in case Lauren or Mike would be around. It seemed to me like everyone was conspiring against my happiness. Everyone except for Alice. She seemed to invite Edward in with open arms. I continued thinking as I made my way closer to the piano room. Chords filled my ears as I stood a mere five feet away.

All the breath that I had in me was knocked away. This song that he played was so extraordinaire. So original and loving. I didn't want to interrupt the song that he was playing by barging in so I stayed there until I heard a pause.

"Is that you, Bella?" I heard Edward's voice ask.

"Yes," I called back to him.

"Please come in," he begged. I opened the door and walked in the room to find him sitting at the piano bench staring at the keys as if there was something wrong with them.

"That song you were just playing, it was the most significant sound I ever heard," I let him know. He looked up at me through his lashes and flashed a crooked smile. I almost stumbled back from the impact that the smile had on my body.

"I made it up while we were at dinner. You asked me to make a song for you," he stated.

"That…that…was…for me?" I asked tears welling up in my eyes. He nodded his head.

"It wasn't near perfect enough. There aren't notes or chords in the world that can describe you, Bella," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. I let the tears stream down my face this time and sat on the piano bench next to him.

"Please, play for me again," I pleaded. He did as I asked.

I watched his fingers stroll across the keys and listened to the beautiful melody surround the air around us. When he reached the climax of the song I could no longer hold back my emotions. I took his face in my hands catching him completely off guard. The music stopped completely when I pressed my lips against his.

This moment was so perfect. Our tongues started an epic battle with each other. At that moment that weird emotion that I saw flash in his green eyes became very clear to me. Everything was clear to me now. I realized that I never had a real kiss before this. All those little mishaps with Mike compared nothing through the passion passing between our bodies against each other. Even though we just met each other we new that this was right.

Edward pulled back from me to match his green eyes with my brown. He stood there motionless and stared. Glancing at every inch of my appearance before him.

"You look beautiful in blue," he said chuckling. I laughed at the thought of what Mike would say to that. "You look beautiful regardless."

I closed the space between our mouths and started a whole other epic battle.