I don't own Twilight, and I definitely don't own any of its characters :(

Bella POV

I gazed around the Masen household from my position on the white couch. Their house was very big and illustrious, something I was not used to. And equipped with servants who were very eager to help out in any way possible, another thing I was not used to.

The cup of tea in my hand was slowly cooling down, making it taste even worse than it would hot.

Tea was never my thing. It seemed anywhere you went someone was there trying to force tea down your throat. The only way I could drink it was with at least ten lumps of sugar. My mother rarely let me drink a beverage with that much sugar due to my incapability of handling so much sugar and caffeine at the same time. Personally, I did not blame her.

Mr. and Mrs. Masen had entered the parlor moments after we arrived, stating that their son would be down shortly.

It made me slightly offended that here I was rushed to not be late for the meeting, but here he was taking his time and not even being ready upon arrival time.

He had already lost some credit in my book.

What seemed like hours later, but was only a few minutes, footsteps were heard walking towards the room.

My stomach twisted into a knot at the thought of meeting the person I was supposed to be marrying in a week for the first time.

The light conversation ended as a young man walked through the room.

"Ah. This is my son, Edward. Edward, Mr. and Mrs. Swan and their daughter Isabella," his father made the introductions with a tone laced through his voice displaying his obvious disappointment for his son's unexplained tardiness.

"Good afternoon sir, ma'am, Isabella," I looked up at the sound of my name, the correction hanging on the tip of my tongue ready to be a request but the tiny word stuck in my throat, along with my breath.

I had assumed he was good-looking just from the genes he was given by his parents, but good-looking was an understatement.

The bronze hair that adorned Mrs. Masen's head was also the color of her son's, though perfectly curled on his mother, it was an unruly mess atop Edward's head like he had just rolled out of bed. It suited him well.

His jaw, squared off and well defined, had that strong shape men craved. His nose trailed down in a straight line; aristocratic. His eyes, green like his mother's were the pieces that completed the puzzle God had created to invent the most perfect man. Hinted with jade and emerald, they were radiant as his gaze fell upon me.

And his voice! It was like a velvety, running stream of honey!

My brain malfunction ended as his eyes bore into mine, my inner-self begging me to say something, anything so he wouldn't think I was a complete dolt.

"Bella," my mouth formed the word which came from my being in a weird, mystical way.

"Call me Bella."

Edward POV

I quickly pulled on my best white button up shirt and glided to the mirror. My hand ran through my hair, making it even more impossible to tame. I had learned long ago that my hair was completely incompetent when it came to subduing it. Along with the eccentric color, it seemed to me as though it looked like I didn't care, which to be honest, I no longer did.

I took to the stairs, two at a time. My father had warned me against being late and I had heard voices down in the parlor mere minutes ago, informing me that our guests had arrived.

I sighed, trying to calm my racing heart from rushing around before passing through the lounge and into the dining room where a group of people were huddled around tea and biscuits, enjoying a lightened conversation it seemed about work and wedding details.

My eyes immediately fell upon a young lady who was not partaking in the conversations, but staring intently into her tea it seemed. I felt like groaning. Of course the one I was subjected to marrying was going to be the odd one out, the nonconformist.

My father looked up from his discussion to see me standing there. I quickly moved my gaze from the girl to him. His eyes narrowed slightly and I knew I would hear about my tardiness later.

"Ah. This is my son, Edward. Edward, Mr. and Mrs. Swan and their daughter Isabella,"

Mrs. Swan had a kind smile on her face, as did her father though it was tighter than that of his wife's, like he wasn't sure of this marriage himself.

"Good afternoon sir, ma'am, Isabella" I looked to each one as I spoke, having had a politeness altercation with my mother this very morning about looking people in the eye when I talk, which I had assured her I never had a problem with, among other things.

My gaze flickered to Isabella's face in greeting, but I found myself staring at her exquisiteness.

Her features definitely made up for any of the peculiar ways I had discerned when I first saw her.

Now that I thought about it, it really wasn't that odd to not partake in an adult conversation; especially ones of wedding plans that you hardly want any involvement in to begin with. I had severely over reacted.

She was watching me, seemingly scrutinizing me but as she caught my glance she lowered her head breaking eye contact.

I was marvelously enlightened with the sight of a light pink coating her cheeks in a warm blush, which I must say suited her very nicely.

Her eyes held upmost aptitude and innocence in their deep brown descent that I found myself slowly falling into.

My eyes trailed down her petite nose to her full lips, colored with the most tantalizing pink I had ever seen as a natural color on any woman before. Looking at her lips were doing weird things to my body, sending baffling tingles through my senses and I quickly moved on to another feature.

Her hair, brown like her eyes, cascaded down her back and over her shoulders in little curls.

I quickly looked away before I became trapped in her allure, which I repeatedly found as a difficulty.

I kept waiting for someone to jump up, yell "Just kidding!", and bring out an unpleasantly-featured woman for my wife because when I came into this ordeal, I was not expecting this.

"Bella," she whispered almost unclearly, "call me Bella."

I smiled at her and she blushed again, and then looked back down.

This may not turn out to be so horrible….

So I gave away a few hours of my precious sleep to write this chapter for you guys!! Plus the entire day I have been watching my Woodstock (!!!!!!!!!!!) DVD. Lol…….. I have to get up at 5 tomorrow :( But anyways, thank you all for the great reviews!! I really appreciate it and I'm glad you like the story so much!! I have had some people mail me and ask if this story would contain lemons, and I'm pretty sure it will. Usually I post my stories as 'T' but soon find myself wishing I hadn't because I stumble upon the perfect opportunity to add a lemon but I don't want to just change the rating because I don't want to make my readers feel uncomfortable. So that's why I posted this as 'M'!! Okay, I'm going to get some shut eye now!! Lol.