Well Emmett finally shows up in this one! I really hope you all like it and sorry for the huge delay in updating this story!
As the dinner party drew nearer the nervousness in the pit of my stomach grew. This was going to be the first time I had to pretend that Tristan was my brother. I wasn't sure if the way I acted would give away that he was mine or not. There was no denying that I would have to be careful on how I acted, if he cried and I got up then they would all know something was up.
From down stairs I heard Lisa yell that we needed to get ready. I pulled my eyebrows together, why was she here again? Lisa was our housekeeper and the woman who in all honesty raised Jasper and I. She hadn't been here for a while, I thought that my mother might actually be a mother but that thought of quickly fading.
My mother had told us to dress nice, that meant waer a nice dress, put on good makeup and fix your hair. I sighed as I looked at myself in the full body mirror, I didn't want to get dressed up and fancy, I just wanted to lounge arounf the house in shorts and a normal t-shirt. However that would be highly unacceptable in this household. At times the level we had to show our selves made me sick.
With one glance at the clock I knew I had to start getting ready. It usually took me forever to get dressed but this time I found something quickly. A long purple strapless dress with a darker purple sash around the middle. My shoes had to be heels, this was my choice though. I didn't ware dresses with flats, it never looked good, something was always off with the outfit if you wore flats.
Makeup was simple, a little bit of eyeliner and mascara and I was done. My hair was however a different story. I never liked the way it fell. If I left it down and curly as it naturally was, it was to frizzy. If I straightened it, it was to flat, and if I put it up then I didn't like the way it looked. A fast paced knock took me from my thoughts. I knew it was Lisa automaticly. My mother didn't knock like that, my father practically broke the door down when he knocked and Jasper just didn't knock.
Letting out an irritated sigh I stood up and walked over to the door opening it, "Can I help you?" I raised my eyebrows as I looked down at the short woman before me. I knew I was rude but I didn't like her, I never had. She was always mean to Jasper and I when she would watch us.
She was clearly not expecting me to use that tone with her. A string of incoherent words streamed from her mouth before she was actually able to speak. "Your mother says that the guest's are here. Get your brother and go downstairs." When she said brother she meant my Tristan. My parent's told her they adopted him, Lisa couldn't keep a secrete at all so if she knew they whole town would know.
I sighed as I watched her leave, I didn't want to do this right now. My stomach churned and I could feel the nausea creeping into my stomach and all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Trying to push those thoughts to the back of my mind I walked out of my own room and into Tristan's. I smiles upon seeing him. He was dressed in cute little pants and a little while button up shirt. I had to admit my mother had good taste in baby clothes. His little blue eyes seemed to light up when he saw me, it was like he knew even now that I was his mother. And no matter how much I wanted to be mad at his reaction, I could feel nothing but pride.
I picked him up and smiled slightly cradling him to my chest. He cooed and nuzzled his head into my chest. Shaking my head I pulled him up and let out a long breath. I wasn't suppose to feel like this. He was his, Tristan was forced on me, I didn't want him... right?
Quickly I made my way downstairs, my mother met me half way down the stairs. "What are you still up here for?" She was mad.
Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes I handed Tristan over to her, "I was getting him, you can make up some story about how I was trying to get my baby brother." I practically spat the last words at her.
She grabbed my arm and spun me around when I tried to go downstairs. "You know I'm doing this for you!" she hissed and I drew my arm back but she held tight. "If people knew you had a kid and you weren't able to keep the father with you then it would ruin you!"
I narrowed my eyes and pulled my arm away, "No. It would ruin you." I spat before walking downstairs ognoring her hushed yells. Even if I had told her about what he did she wouldn't believe me. He was always perfect in her eyes, I knew that she thought it was my fault he left.
As my feet hit the bottom step I could hear people talking and was automatically nervous. Letting out a deep cleansing breath I put on my best fake smile and stepped into the main room. Saying that I wasn't expecting this many people was an understatement. Six people other than my brother and father stood in front of me all smiling. My eyes went to Jasper who was smiling at me slightly.
I raised an eyebrow as he laughed slightly, the little jackass found this amusing. "Rosalie, this is Alice Cullen." I could see how Jasper's eyes lit up as he said her name and I couldn't help but smile.
I looked at the girl who stood at Jasper's side and smiled at her. She was short, I doubt she even hit 5'0. Her ink black hair was short and spiked up on the ends in a cute pixie cut. Her pale skin and small features accented her pixie look as did her energetic brown eyes and slightly pointed nose. "Jasper has told me so much about you Rosalie, it's so nice to finally meet you!" Alice said in a high soprano voice that was so full of energy that it took me back.
Despite my feeling of being nervous I smiled and held my hand out to her, "Jasper talks about you a lot as well." I looked over at him as he rolled his eyes trying to fight the blush I knew was trying to come to his face. I expected Alice to shake my hand but she pulled me into a tight hug. Once she let go of me she walked back to Jasper's side and once again I was jealous of my brother.
Turing my attention away from Jasper and Alice I looked at the older couple who must have been the parents. "I'm Carlisle Cullen." I nodded as probably the most attractive older man I have ever seen spoke to me. His blond hair was pulled back in a stylish look. His blue eyes were brighter than Jasper and I's, he was shorter than Jasper but my brother had always been taller than most.
At his side a woman stood who was just as stunning as he was. Her wavy caramel hair framed her heart shaped face. Her deep brown eyes shines with happiness but something was missing, there was a spark that was missing somewhere deep. She was a classic beauty, like one you would see from the 20's that were dressed in the big hats and that had the best cars. "Esme Cullen, It's a pleasure to meet you."
I shook hands with both Carlisle and Esme smiling, "Rosalie Hale, it's great to meet both of you." Esme's smile lit up the room as she grabbed Carlisle's hand.
My attention was now on the other couple in front of me. The boy was only slightly taller than Carlisle with messy bronze hair. His bright green eyes were on the girl at his side as they walked up to me. "Edward Cullen." he said extending his hand.
Politely I shook his hand and looked at the girl. She was pretty, not exactly stunning but she was still pretty. Her long brown hair met her lower back as she smiled at me. Her large brown eyes were on me as I shook her hand. "Bella Swan." I looked at her curiously, why was everyone else a Cullen but her? She seemed to notice my strange look because she cleared her throat, "I'm just here with the Cullen's until my father get's home." she said quietly.
I nodded, it made since. She was left home alone so her father sent her to stay with her boyfriend. My parents wouldn't do that to save their lives but other parents were different. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Rosalie as you probably already guessed." I laughed slightly at my unfunny statement. Usually I was great at meeting new people but for some reason I wasn't in the mood to be a socialite.
I heard someone clear their throat followed by a deep voice that made my heart flutter. "So we are all just going to forget about me?" I turned around and bit my lip. He stood taller than anyone in the room. His nicely fitted dress shirt showed off his well toned muscles that made you wish you could see under the shirt. His hazel eyes shined with happiness as his dimpled smile warmed my heart. Thick curly brown hair topped off his devastatingly handsome self.
Swallowing hard I flashed him my best smile, "Sorry I didn't see you, I'm Rosalie Hale." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jasper raise an eyebrow, he had recognised the voice. I cursed myself for using it, I hadn't even meant to. It was the voice I used when I was flirting.
His grin sent my heart beating faster as he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips kissing the back of it. "Emmett Cullen, and don't worry about it." He let go of my hand and I felt the blush coming to my cheeks.
"Well now that everyone knows each other let's eat." My eyes flashed to my mother who was now standing in the room holding Tristan with on arm. I bit the inside of my lip restraining the words that threatened to come out. He didn't like being held like that, and I didn't like it either, he couldn't balance himself and if he though he was going to fall he would scream.
When my eyes met my mothers I knew she noticed how I was acting. Her was giving me the look that let me know I was going to be in trouble later. I raised an eyebrow challenging her to say something, it would be the only time I could, she wouldn't do anything to ruin her image. "Great idea!" my father said loudly obviously catching the looks my mother and I were giving each other. "Lisa makes the best steak and potatoes you will ever taste!" His large smile and booming voice seemed to take every ones attention away from my mother and I.
Rolling my eyes as my mothers classic fake smile came back to her face. I doubted she even knew how to smile anymore. I watched everyone walk into the dining room and let out a deep sigh. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. I almost snapped at my mother for holding Tristan wrong and if I did that during dinner everyone would know something was up. Not to mention how I acted towards Emmett. I shouldn't be thinking about guys that way... if my mother knew the thoughts that had gone through my mind she would have murdered me.
Trying to push it to the back of my mind I walked into the dining room. The only seat open was the one in between Jasper and Emmett. Noticing that I had entered the room Emmett rose from his seat and pulled mine out. I smiled sitting down as he pushed my chair in. "Thank you Emmett." I said quietly looking down at my plate.
"That was very nice Mr. Cullen." My mother spoke with the perfectly practiced regal voice.
A deep chuckle came from Emmett, "I was raised on Southern hospitality ma'am. That's how we do things back in Tennessee." I raised an eyebrow, he was from the South? I usually thought of Southerners to be stupid and uncivilized. Nothing like Emmett was. He was charming and I could name what it was about him... but he was so different.
My father let out a low chuckle and nodded, "Well it's nice to have some charm in this house, lord knows a few of us could use it." I didn't miss my fathers glance at Tristan and then to me.
My smile turned to a scowl as my mothers eyes met mine. When she looked away to Esme who was now talking about something I felt Emmett's eyes on me, he must have seen that, of course it wouldn't go unnoticed. I hoped he wouldn't question anything about it and let it go. It would be rude if is he did say anything, it was all a matter or whether or not his southern hospitality stuff stayed true.
As we ate the dinner that my mother didn't once thank Lisa for I smiled listening to Alice talk about anything my mother asked her, as well as Esme and Bella. Of course she really only cared about what Alice said about how great Jasper was, or how they met or anything describing how perfectly happy they were. I've said it before and I doubt I this would be the last time but no matter how much I love my brother but I hate it when it's all about how perfect he was... my past mistakes were visible but his were well hidden.
I let out a breath as Alice told my mother how Jasper asked her on their fist date. As much as I hated to admit it, the story was sickeningly cute. I smiles politely and stood up looking to my mother, "I must excuse myself, I don't feel well," I only slightly lied as I made my through the house to the back balcony.
Stepping outside into the cool air made me feel better, I didn't feel literally sick before but if I heard anymore of that story I just might be. I leaned against the rail looking out at the lights of the city. I wished I could be out there now, but I knew I couldn't. My mother might actually kill me if I were to go out again. Shaking my head I put my head against the rail letting out a long cleansing breath.
When the doors to the balcony opened I stood up straight turning to the doors immediately straightening myself up. The person standing in front of me took me by surprise, I was expecting my parents or Jasper but it was Emmett. He nodded to me and leaned against the wall looking out at the lights just as I had been doing.
I watched him as he shoved his large hands in his pockets and started to pull something out but looked at me first, "Do you mind if I smoke?" He asked raiseing an eyebrow. I let out a slight laugh and nodded, smoking? Of course, something I hadn't been able to do since I became pregnant. "Thanks." he muttered pulling out a cigarette.
As I watched the smoke rose in the sky, "I didn't expect you to be a smoker." I said quietly turning away and looking at the city lights again.
His laughter was deep and infectious, "You don't really know me now do you Rosalie?" usually I would have been mad if anyone used that tone with me but with him it didn't seem like it was suppose to be rude at all. "You don't seem like the type to smoke either but I bet you do." A smirk came to his lips as he looked down at me.
I huffed and looked away from him, "Used to." I corrected not looking over at him, it was a stereotypical rich kid rebellion.
"So if I were to offer you one you would refuse?" I didn't have to be looking at hiom to practically hear the smirk in his voice.
Rolling my eyes I shrugged, "It's rude to refuse an offer, I'm to remain my manners at all times." he let out a loud laugh and nudged my shoulder. Turning my head slightly I grabbed the cigarette from his hand waiting for him to lite it.
As he lit it he looked back at the house, "I figured you did when I found out Jasper smoked." I laughed, of course Jasper smoked, he was the one who got me into it first. "So why did you come out here? Throw up over the edge?" he smirked slightly.
Scrunching up my nose and shook my head, "No, that's just disgusting." He laughed loudly and nodded.
"I know, you had to get away from those two, trust me I went through the same when they first came to my house." I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, "Yeah, I can't stand that mushy bullshit."
A slight smile came to my face as the door opened, "Hey Emmett you guys are leaving." Jasper said sticking hos head out of the double doors.
Emmett sighed and put out his cigarette and shoved his hands into his pockets. "It was nice talking to you Rosalie" I nodded putting mine out as well following in the house behind him.