Rosalie's POV

Oh, no. Bella can't be dead.

Of course, I'm thinking about Edward. He's not the greatest to be around when he's not with Bella.

Who am I kidding?

Okay, maybe I've never loved Bella like I love Alice or Jasper. But…I never wanted her to die.

The first time I thought Bella was dead, I felt a little bad, but overall, I was happy. I thought that life could go back to normal for our family. I thought Edward would get over Bella, and we could go back to the way things were before that intruder came into our lives.

But that little fantasy was over before she even "died".

I guess I was just lying to myself when I told myself that once Bella died, even if it took a really long time, Edward would come home. I knew all along that he wouldn't. I just didn't think it would be that hard for him to get over her.

The first time, I called him and told him that she was dead. It was really nice hearing his old, impatient self again (I know that sounds odd, but I had gone way too long without it), but when I told him what Alice saw, he just stopped talking. He didn't say anything. That was worse than not hearing from him at all. That silence.

But now, Bella really is dead.

At first, the news was sort of surreal. It didn't really register. I was even kind of…happy. The old feeling of when Bella would be somewhere and Edward would be here with us, happy, resurfaced.

But then I remembered what Edward was like when we had to leave Bella. And then how he reacted when I told him Bella died.

I felt really bad until Alice made Jasper calm everyone down.

Now I just feel really bad. Actually, I feel awful.

I've been feeling worse and worse ever since it happened.

I mean even Edward was so out of it that he let Jane take him to Vulterra. That's something Edward would never do. He let Jane take him away.

Edward was originally meant to be my husband. Carlisle's goal was to have me be to Edward what Esme is to him. Once I was changed, I figured his plan out. I actually thought it was a good idea. I knew that Edward would never be like my sleazy ex-fiancé.

I knew Edward would respect me; he would give me the life I had always dreamed of. So, I went and murdered Royce and his friends so I could come home and be Edward's happy little wife. Well, as happy as I could be.

I came home and realized something. Just because I didn't get the life I wanted before didn't mean that I had to force myself into a second rate existence. I didn't have to settle with just anything, anyone. And, of course, Edward didn't know I was planning on being his wife.

So, I waited. I waited for my perfect life to come back. And it did. With Emmett. He understands me so well; he makes me so happy.

He's also the only one who doesn't think I'm a conceited airhead with a great body. And I don't need to be Edward to know people think that. But I don't care. If it's a boy, I can just charm them. If it's a girl, then, well, I can just wear a short little skirt in front of them the next day. Emmett likes it when the girls get nervous, too.

Well, now that I've thought this through day, I'm going to leave the thinking to Alice for the rest of our flight to Vulterra. I don't want to get myself all depressed.

I hope you like this chapter! I wanted Rose to get her say in things. It's not everyday that so-called-shallow little Rosalie gets to talk, now is it? Please review – it means a lot to me!

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