A/N: This chapter goes out to MidnightxRed. Remember, this fic has no time line. Read and review? Enjoy!
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Trivia: When the evil queen showed up at Snow White's wedding, they made her dance in iron slippers that were heated over the fire.
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Mirror Mirror
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
Everyday it was the same thing. She would lock herself in her room, guaranteeing the notion of privacy. Once she was sure no one would intrude, she pulled the thick curtains over the windows, allowing no light in whatsoever. Next, she would set up dozens of candles and light them in a flash, the orangish glow of the flames washing over her. Finally she would strip off all of her clothes and go to stand in front of her full length mirror. Only then would she ask the question.
As always, the mirror would be quiet for a moment, taking in her beauty; then, without hesitation, would reply: "Beauty is as lithe and true, for no fairer is a maiden than you."
Satisfied with the answer, she would smirk and laugh, her lush blonde locks dancing gently around her face. After righting herself and the room to it's former state, she would then retire to an evening on the porch with her prince.
Everyday it was the same thing. That is, until she came into the picture.
Poised to perfection in front of her mirror, she asked, "Mirror mirror in the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
Taking it's usual moment to gaze upon her beauty, the mirror choked on it's words when it replied in an unfamiliar rhyme.
"Your beauty reaches to the dawn, but the fairest one of all is the swan."
"The swan?" She shrieked. "What do you mean 'the swan'? My assets cannot be matched by some helpless bird!"
"Never before in all the land has there been a girl with such demands. Mistress Rosalie, heed this warning, give up on jealously and let dawn greet the morning." The mirror continued.
"Hey! Rosalie!" Emmett's voice called from downstairs. "Edward wants you to come meet someone!"
Angrily, Rosalie threw her clothes back on and blew out all of the candles. Stomping her way down hallway, let out a series of guttural growls. How dare her mirror tell her that she wasn't gorgeous? That she was not the fairest in all of Forks, Washington?
Stopping at the top of the stairs, aghast, she had her answer.
There, latched onto Edward's arm was the most sickeningly stunning girl she had ever seen. Her skin was almost as white as her and her siblings', her hair so brown it was almost black, so petite she could nearly rival Alice, eyes like a doe running from it's prey, and with curves just as visible, just as lush as her own.
There was no doubt about it; this had to be the girl, the 'swan' her mirror was talking about.
Turning his gaze upon her, Edward stared straight into his sister's eyes.
"Rosalie," He began, turning to stare lovingly at the girl attached to his arm, "I'd like you to meet Bella… Isabella Swan."