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1915 Charles

Seven years later I still had dreams about a man with golden hair. Not the man with the white horse, but the man with the white doctors coat.

I am 23 and still unmarried. I have had plenty of suitors of course, but none of them were quite right. Perhaps it was because none of them could measure up to Carlisle. The doctor who fixed my broken leg seven years ago. Oddly enough he moved away from Columbus the day after he put my cast on.

My parents have been trying to pressure me into marrying a man named Charles Evenson for the past few days. I have yet to meet him, but perhaps I should do that before I became alone for life.

I showered and dressed nicely for the trip to Charles. As I headed downstairs my father eyed me and grumbled. "About time."

Minutes later I was out the door and walking towards the Evenson house.

Once I arrived I immediately noticed that the house was much finer than that of my parents. The yard was full of fancy shrubbery and small pockets of bright yellow and pink flowers. The house was brick and elegant.

I lightly rapped on the large wooden door examining the stained glass fixed into the door.

A shock of fair hair and blue eyes opened the door.

"Mr. Evenson." I curtsied.

"Esme." Charles exclaimed in a warm tone.

I blinked at him. "You know my name?"

"Of course who wouldn't."

I thought of many people, but said nothing and simply smiled. It was a complement afterall.

"What can I do for you?" Charles asked.

"I hope i'm not interrupting anything. I just came for a visit."

"Oh not at all, please come in." He said, stepping aside to let me into his home. He firmly placed his hand on my back as he guided me into the living room. Charles led me to a plush red couch and walked away to what I assumed was the kitchen. "I'll be just a minute."

I nodded and seated myself among the velvet pillows. A few moments later Charles returned with a tray. On it was a tea pot, tea cups and two thin slices of strawberry cake on platters. He set the tray on the coffee table and sat down next to me. He placed the cake, a fork and a tea cup in front of me. After he poured the tea Charles inclined inclined his head towards me. "Sugar?"

"Please." I said flushing.

Charles poured a teaspoon of sugar in my tea and mixed it with a small silver spoon. "I'm curious as to how you are not married yet."

"Well." I said faintly blushing. "I had not found the right man."

"Had?" He said looking thoughtful. "Does that mean you accept my proposal?"

"Perhaps but I should like to get to know you better."

"It's settled then. We shall become more acquainted." Charles announced happily.

For the first time I found myself not thinking about Carlisle Cullen, but Charles Evenson. For the past few months Charles had come to my house to visit and I to his. I decided it was time to accept his proposal.

I dressed my best and went downstairs to await Charles arrival. It didn't take long. As soon as I let him in and we got situated I announced. "Charles, I accept your proposal."

He smiled and hugged me. "At last!"

During our engagement Charles was everything I could have asked for and we had our wedding in the spring of 1916.

For those of you who may be plotting my demise over Charles : He won't last long. (: