Chapter 7

I was invited to stay for dinner by the Cullens, something I could not decline. At the long, elegant table, I sat across Edward.

"So, how was your day?" I heard Esme ask barely. Edward was smiling crookedly ad I was to busy looking at him to notice anything else. We had only broken eye contact to walk-in my case anyway so I would not trip- or go stash the purchases to Alice's 'Dressing Room'.

Alice and her mother were chatting animatedly. She told her about the gowns, and the patterns and the shoes. The satin or the silk, the muslin. But I heard nothing, saw nothing except green. It wasn't like Forks green. Forks was too green-an alien planet! But Edward's was a nice, soft, mesmerizing green. I couldn't look away, not move my head, not even blink.

"Did you entertain yourself, Bella?" Esme asked. I sighed dreamily. "Yes," I breathed. I didn't even notice the others laughing trying to be quiet. Oh well, we were at home. Yes, I was at home with the green eyes, the handsome face and the crooked smile.

"Oh! The food! Come on darlings! Lets eat!" Esme said. Emmett let out a "Yes". But nobody really paid him attention. Yes, I was aware that everybody- the servants that were taking a really long time, Edward's sister and brother and their spouses and Edward's parents. But did we look up? No.We stayed glued to each other each with a small smile on the face. His eyes held such a wonderful look in them, with so much affection, as if what he was looking at was more valuable than the queen's jewels, more valuable than Earth itself. And to think, I was pretty sure he was looking at me.

"Bella," he said my name like melting honey, oh so sweet! "Yes?" "Would you like to accompany me for a moonlight walk in the garden?" Edward asked after dinner. Moonlit? My eyes twinkled! "I would love to!" I asked eagerly and honestly. His eyes lit up as he laid me to the double french doors that led to a porch. "Wait!" Alice called. We both turned to her running figure with Rosalie running after her holding something. Don't forget this!" they handed me a shawl. Edward nodded vigorously. "Yes, do! It gets chilly here, you might catch a cold! Or worse a flu! Fetch her a coat! The warmest one!" he was about to hurry to get one when we all stopped him. "Edward, I'll be fine! The shawl is thick enough!" It was a dusty pink rose knitted shawl that went beautifully with my dress. "Yes, Edward! You wouldn't want to decrease the time with Bella, now do you?" They all had an unfathomable expression, besides I think Alice was being teasing, with a hint of seriousness into it. Teasing about a serious thing, a fact. "Edward, why don't you get a coat for yourself?" he turned to me then. He nodded, agreeing. "Yes, incase you might get colder still." I sighed.

The two girls turned to me. "My, my. . . " Rosalie said observing me. "Oui! Mon Dieu!" Alice added. "Parlez francai?"I asked with a wry smile. I had learned french along with spanish and latin.

"What?" I asked. "You seem to have a glow about you. No, both of you." Rosalie said still studying me. I felt self conscious with her stare. "Right then, I'm here." Edward reappeared. I sighed thankful, I was saved by the Cullen/Whitlock Inquisition. "Shall we?" he asked I nodded timidly. The moon had appeared beneath the constant dark, cloudy skies. A rare thing. Usually, you never see the moon or the stars. "It's a lovely night isn't it?" I asked breaking the companionable silence. "Its a lovely night." He agreed, but it was as if he had a hidden argument. "But," he continued. "Its isn't as breathtaking as the lady I'm walking with." His words made my cheeks as red as my shawl. "Hmm.. . Mr. Cullen, you sure no words to flatter any ladies heart. For a lady of Forks, such as I, you can manipulate and flatter the best way." I shook my head teasingly. "You are far too knowledgeable and agreeable for your own good! I might as well lock you up to keep any woman away from you!" I said teasingly, but part of it was true.

"Hmm. . ." he stopped and tilted my chin up. He gazed into my eyes, as I gazed into his. His were soft and gentle. "You can keep me for yourself whenever you like." his words sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes grew concerned. "Are you cold?" he asked taking off his coat. "No, no!" I laughed. "I was far too forward, wasn't I? I'm sorry, that wasn't very gentlemanly of me." He hung his head. We where near a narrow river now bordering the Cullen estate from the forest. Of course where we were walking was lined up with neat, organized, trees with the same height, the same cut, everything! Of course we had to have some privacy from the intent stares boring into our backs as we walked farther from the house.

"Your laugh sounds so melodic! It isn't as high as Alice or Rosalie's-which I am completely grateful for." I walked past him to the river. Then I pivoted my head to look at him. "You really are too good for your own good! I am sure your words are biased though! You need a pair of glasses and check your ears sir! I'm sure they have been mistaken!"I laughed again. He caught up to me. "Do you mind?" he asked widening his arms. I nodded timidly. He stood behind me, myself in his arms. It felt so good, the heat coming off his body, with the moon shining above us. We sat down, with me still in his arms watching the moon and its reflection on the still river.

"Alas, my fair maiden, my eyes are not wrong. I can see clearly. But you don't. I suggest you go to an optometrist immediately, I'm sure my father has recommendations." I turned my head to look at him. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with my eyesight! I have gotten no clue what you are talking about!" I said. He chuckled. "Yes, but you don't see yourself clearly." he told me touching the tip of my nose briefly. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "Bella, you are your name." I shook my head. He is blind. I mean, with beauty like both of his sisters? "You don't believe me, now do you? Look at you! You have smooth, porcelain skin. . . " he put the back of his hands to my cheekbone, running it down. Where he touched me, my skin burned in warmth and joy. Stains of red popped up. "Your eyes are wide and depthless!" "Edward, have you seen your sisters? Now, thats what I call beautiful."

"Oh Bella, you re more! You are soft, and delicate. Yes, they both are beautiful on their own way, but entirely different from yours! You are beautiful! I mean, well Alice is pixie-like, and Rosalie has a kind of. . . fierceness, slightly pig-headedness about her. Your different your. .. . " he stopped, and for a moment we were lost in each others eyes, the only sounds were our breathing which hiked at what we found in the other's eyes.

"You do know I like you much, much more that a friend or a sister, right? I mean. . ." Oh my, Oh my!! I can't believe it! I really couldn't! Had he really said that? Had he? "Mon Dieu. . . " I whispered.

"As do I" I replied.

His eyes mirrored my happiness. Joy! Oh Joy! I cannot believe this very moment, as if it were off a book! I only thought this situations only happened in books! I was so elated!

He held my face close, his other hand ran up my back and up the side of my face. And when he wasn't staring into my eyes, he looked into my lips, or my jaw or something at the end of my face! But my, what would my mother say?!

We moved more closer, my body moulded to his shape, like a missing puzzle piece. I was now sitting on his lap, my shawl was off my shoulders, but I wasn't cold. No, not one bit, for Edward warmed me up. He tilted his head to the side, one of his hands ran down, snaking in my waist as he pulled me more closely, while the other tilted my head up. Blasted you height difference! He was so much taller than I was, but not that tall that he had to bend his whole body. One more inch. . .

"Bella!!" UGH!!

We both groaned in unison. "We don't know anybody named Alice right now. Or Rosalie or Emmett or Jasper. We don't know anybody else. . ." It was true. Like in the afternoon, we grew unaware about everybody's existence, except ours.

We continued, he was brushing my lips now I puckered mine... . .

"By Jove! Oh My! Rose! Jazz, Em!! Come see this!" Earsplitting screams came behind us. But did we stop? Not quite. Edward just kissed me back with bursting emotion.

(DISCLAIMER: ANY material that is from the Twilight Saga is not mine. Nor is Edward or Bella or . . . .

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