Chapter 4: Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall
The way the piano stopped was discordant and sudden. Edward scoffing, this tiny flick of haughty, indignant sound that is nothing like the sound he keeps thinking will come out when he wants it to.
Everyone in the room looked up, but Edward was only looking at his sister.
"You can have it. I don't care. I don't want it."
Rosalie's face stayed the perfect marble white, but he knew she would have turned fire red if she could. The inside of her had gone scarlet with anger instantly. It was not usually his choice to call anyone out on anything. Especially. Not on this subject, no matter when it came up or why. She hissed at him as she exited the room.
Emmett took off after her, after tossing him a frown, "Babe-"
While Esme just gave him a sympathetically unpleased, yet compassionately curious expression. Edward sighed. Small and like a tiny breeze, wafting from this slight frame of his. "She wants to know who's prettiest now."
Even though the following sound was the dismantling of his car; he didn't care.