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So here's chapter 11 of THAT Girl… (I don't own anything from Twilight by the way.)
The next months flew by quickly and soon it would be the start of June. Possibly the only things that changed were the school assignments and my feelings toward Edward. Because if anything happened to them they most definitely got stronger.
The more I was around him; the more I wanted him around. If that makes any form of sense. He was like a disease that I couldn't recover from. And I was happy to remain ill as long as he remained near me.
Every morning he came to my house and picked me up for school, just like every afternoon he took me back home. We talked about numerous things. Our conversations were never about the same things but were always just as interesting as the one before it. I learned so much about him and he probably knows more that Angela does about me by now.
He's just the most gentle and kind person I've ever met. And not one to try to rush into anything. If anybody was rushing, it was me for I was the one who stayed far longer than necessary in Edward's buggy each afternoon once we'd reached his house. I was the one who grabbed his hand that afternoon in March when Angela told us about her and Ben officially courting. And I was the one who hugged Edward good bye the last week of May, shortly after school let out for the summer because I was going to visit family in the next town over.
Of course, Edward hadn't quite objected these shows of affection but it did surprise him. They probably surprised him as much as they surprised me, because I'm not typically the type of girl to be indecent with a boy. However, I suppose it is only indecency when you are being openly permissive, not when you've simply acted on an impulse of love.
Ah, love. It's been months since I first discovered it for myself and it is still all new to me. Angela knows all about it. She's got her beau and if you've ever seen the ways they look at each other you'd simply be able to tell how much love they both felt for each other. She says he makes her feel alive.
And I believe her because, although I've lived 16 years, I've only really been alive in the most recent months. Ever since I met Edward.
And today, as I look out my window and reflect back on those months, I simply sigh with a silly girlish grin plastered upon my face. I'm going to see Edward once again tomorrow. His parents requested my family for dinner tomorrow evening and of course, we've accepted. But I wonder as to the occasion of the invitation because, while our families are cordial to each other, we live on opposite ends of the city and our parents rarely see each other.
Nevertheless, I'm excited. It's been almost a month since I've seen Edward's smile and got lost in his marvelous green eyes. Much too long. But I fear, in my absence while visiting my relatives he may have found a beautiful girl and forgotten about our friendship, let alone making it into something more.
……….:Next Evening:……….
This entire day my moods have been swaying between giddiness and anxiety. I am much more excited about seeing Edward than I have any right to be. But I'm still upset by the idea of another girl traipsing across town with my Edward.
MY Edward! I keep thinking that she's real every five minutes, and not some horrific trick that my mind thought delightful to play on poor heart aching girls who've no idea if the man they love returns the sentiment.
Reminding myself over and over again mentally definitely showed at least minimally externally because after a while my mother asked what was the matter with me.
"Why can you not sit still today? Is something troubling you," she asked, practically able to read my thoughts as usual.
"Nothing's the matter, mother," I say a bit too quickly. Luckily she lets the topic drop and continues repairing a hole in a shirt of my father's.
Shortly after that I decided to get dressed for dinner. The current time was four forty-five and the Masens expected us at six. My father was still at work but most likely soon to be off.
I took a bath and then dressed in a light fabric dress as it was quite warm outside. But the dress was still quite nice for it was a lovely blue color with enough contrast to my pale complexion, the bust line however, wasn't as low as some of the more fashionable women of today's are. It was at a reasonable cut and I was very fortunate of that because it seems so lewd to have them so low, to me that is.
When I enter the main room, once I've gotten dressed and my hair put up, I notice my mother also changed into something slightly nicer for dinner. She wore a creamy white dress with green and pink patterns of tiny leaves and flowers on the skirt. She looks beautiful and as much as we look alike I do not think we will ever match in beauty. She's simply got me beat.
My father comes out of his bedroom, apparently having gotten home while I was preparing myself. He looked quite handsome with his hair combed and fresh clothes on after a day at work. It's hard work keeping law breakers in check.
"How do I look?" my mother asks, giving us a little twirl of her skirts.
"Absolutely stunning," I reply at the same time my father says, "Gorgeous"
It only takes a matter of moments for us all to gather our coats and leave. The ride to the Masen's house is a bit long but we talk and talk, catching each other up on our days.
When we arrive at their house, a simple and elegant Victorian style house, and before we make our way entirely to the door there is a butler opening the door for us to proceed on through.
"Good evening sir, missus, miss," he greets us. "I shall show you to the parlor where your hosts await."
We follow him down a short hall and into their parlor. He offers us seats and my mother and I take them. Soon, who I guess to be Mrs. Masen, comes through the doorway.
"Good evening, Swans. I'm Elizabeth. I'm absolutely thrilled you could make it. I've heard good things about you all in abundance from my son, Edward. Especially about you, Miss Isabella," she shoots me an odd look. As if she just put the missing piece in a puzzle.
"Bella, please," I say, hoping she'll just use my nickname.
"Bella it is then. How are you today Mr. and Mrs. Swan?" she asks my parents, politely.
"Fine thank you. Oh do call me Renee," my mother says. "And this is my husband Charles," she says, signaling towards my father.
Edward and another older man who bears remarkable resemblance to Edward come through the doorway.
"It's so nice to see you again, Bella!" Edward exclaims the moment he sees me. Then he adds, "It's lovely to you see you again also Mr. and Mrs. Swan."
"Hello Edward," I say and then cast a shy glance at the man next to him.
Edward appeared to notice it and said, "This is my father, also Edward."
"You might find it easier to just call me Mr. Masen, seeing as my son and I share a name," said Edward's father. He had a pleasant voice and it was almost as similar to Edward's as their looks were.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Charles," my father says, shaking hands with Mr. Masen.
After all the introductions aft over with, we enter the dining room. There is a table in the center of the large room that seats 6. I suspect that they might have a longer table for more guests.
Edward's father sits at the head of the table while mine sits at the foot. My mother sits next to my father and Elizabeth Masen sits next to her. That leaves Edward and me to sit next to each other. I'm not sure if it is or is not intentional that the seating arrangements just so happened to place me near Edward.
Dinner was delicious but I didn't much pay attention to what we were eating. Our parents were talking throughout the entire meal and Edward kept me entertained while they talked of matters quite boring to me personally.
After dinner our parents were still talking for a bit. And then the men, including Edward, went off to discuss something that seemed of great importance to Edward.
Mrs. Masen, my mother, and I made small talk until there was a knock at their door and the butler entered the room saying, "There is a young lady here to see mister Edward."
My thoughts whirled. While the butler was sent to go retrieve Edward, all I could think was A young lady. My notions from earlier dangled before me. He'd found another. I wasn't the right one for him. I wasn't good enough or pretty enough.
The girl entered the room we were sitting in.
I braced myself and prepared for the worst.
It's a cliffy. Review...tell me what you think. I wonder who the mystery "other woman" is???