My smile didn't fool my dear mother Esme. She hugged me tight without saying a word and retreated to the kitchen. Rosalie was sitting at the couch and watched our whole ordeal. She stayed quiet almost waiting for Esme to leave the living room.

"She'll probably be with Carlisle now. How are they anyway?" I asked in a whisper. Rosalie used to tell me when I was a kid that before that fateful incident that happened years ago, they, the Cullens, used to live in an almost mansion residence just a few minutes from this cottage. Carlisle is Esme's mate. During my childhood days I rarely see Carlisle at the mansion. He was a doctor, Rosalie mentioned once. And that was it. I only know him by face. He never approached me. Not once. I saw him watching me though from a distance. He has such the kindest eyes. He was even far more beautiful than Emmett or even Edward. What bugs me is why doesn't he even talk to me? Does he consider me as part of the Cullen family? Nobody tells me anything here. Nobody except for –

"Iris. It looks like you're about to cry again. I don't have to tell this to Emmett right?" Rosalie stood over me her blonde hair shimmering against the sunlight from the window behind me. Her speed doesn't surprise me anymore. I'm the only slowpoke in the family. I placed my hand at her shoulder and smiled. "Oh Rosalie. I am ok. I'm fine. I'm just being me as usual."

"Oh right. Being you the one girl who has her head up above with the clouds all the time. Of course. How could I even forget? I raised this girl." Like Esme, Rosalie pulled me in her arms and hugged me. The smell of my human blood doesn't bother her. Well it doesn't bother any of my family members. They're "vegetarian" as they call it. It's a private joke actually that Emmett loves so much. He just never gets tired of it.

"So what were you saying earlier?" Goodness, vampires have a very strong memory. I knew she was only asking me this knowing that "Iris is a very distracted girl". Huh as if. "Oh that, I think its about Carlisle. Can't you tell me anything about him?"

"Iris." She let me go. Her hands gripped my arms as she faced me. Her grip would probably leave a mark later. "Emmett is waiting. And I think he has something for you." With that I was totally distracted.