The garden
Never had I seen such a beautiful house. The walls, large and covered in newly light cream walls. But I did notice the windows could not fully open, and the curtain ties, that used to swing as the wind flew through, were missing. They removed such items, so nobody could harm anyone. So why did the government have large guns.
I remember dreaming of owning a palace like this, with my prince. Back the he had no name. I would clean it daily, making sure it was loved, and well kept. Then my prince would cook me romantic dinners, and we'd eat by the fire.
There was no fire place, just cold floors. It was a beautiful house, but it wasn't my house, or my home. The walls were long and empty, just like me. The chairs were cold and controlled, just like me. My husband was nervous and worried, just like me.
"Isabella, our staff will arrive shortly." Edward mummers, as he looks around himself. The house was full decorated, bringing nothing of mine. Not even my childhood chair. It made me sad, to think every thing of my old life had gone, but they left me behind.
"Thank you, can I go see the garden?" I ask nicely, hoping for his consent. He nods. I follow the long halls to the garden, where there are similar glass doors from my old house. I opened the door, with a swing to the handle. I could tell it was cold outside from the wild trees that danced in the wind.
The garden was magnificent. The grass, and the flowers were neatly trimmed, with a walk way to a white wooden bench. I looked closely at the flowers, daffodils grew by the stone patio.
"Isabella, the staff have arrived." Edward shouted, walking to my direct view. He had taken off his doctor coat, and rolled up his white sleeves. The shirt did the man well. He looked flawless.
Don't wait up
I neatly placed my new clothes that Edward bought for me in the room I would be sleeping in. I yet to call it our, as I barely knew the man. Me and Edward meet the current staff earlier. Mostly women, and the chef, a man. He had long blonde hair, tied into a hair band. He looked over 30 years of age. I could tell Edward didn't like him by his evil eyes watching him cut with a short knife used for meat. He didn't trust the guy.
Most people had private chefs these days, not that they didn't have them before, but there more common. Restaurants were very rare, maybe 1 every 2 miles. Which is a long way for someone who had a lot of business in there hands. Like Edwards dad.
I watched Edward unpack his new clothes in his side of the draw. He was semi naked, and oh my he was perfect. His muscles flexed ass he bent down to the bottom draw, I felt my cheeks blush.
"I'm done, I've got to do a little work, then I'll be back to see how your doing okay" He whispered, placing a clean shirt on over himself. Don't do that.
"Okay, I'm almost done" I replied, looking at my clothes. I had a lot of blue items, and all beautiful. It was more clothes than I was used to. Edward was higher than my family, in the governments eyes.
"If your tired, then don't wait up, ill see you in the morning."
I nodded as he proceeded to the door, picking up a pen on the way out. His abs going with him. I watched as he shut the door, blowing his scent in my direction. It was a mix of aftershave with a tint of shower gel, mint. My stomach was like jelly.