Edwards face was contorted with confusion. His eyes were scared and his chin creased with worry but his fingers curled neatly and calmly and his lips curled themselves into a relieved smile. Jace spoke before Edward could muster up the words, "Bella, don't freak out, let us explain."
Whatever Jace had been hoping for he obviously didn't get it because he kept going, "Bella, I swear it's nothing bad, you just need to listen to what we have to say before you worry."
Bella was confused; she was freaked, but that kind of thing didn't usually show up on her face. Emmett walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders, "Hey Bella do you need a glass of water? You look like death. Your skin is so pale it matches Edwards, and your whole body is shaking."
Bella tried to stop shaking but she couldn't. Her eyes glanced down at her hand that was white and shaking and she tried to use her will power to stop it but couldn't. She averted her eyes from it and turned them instead to Edward. Her eyes were bright with a longing to hear the story, yet her brow was shadowed with an un-willingness to listen. Edward was drawn by her frightening stare and walked over to the couch that she had lowered herself onto and sat next to her, his hand wrapped around hers and her body stopped shaking when she saw the truth in Edwards's eyes, the touch of safety that hadn't been clouded by fear.
Her nod signaled him that he should tell. Edward started by picking up one of the photos and letting Bella look at it again. Bella looked at the beautiful girl in the picture; standing in a silky dress that came halfway down her thigh. Her bronze skin enhanced by the color of Edwards pale skin. Bella was fine that there were beautiful girls in the world, she had gotten her share of them through Renée's magazines, but this was different. This was personal. This girl had an arm around her waist. This girl was obviously very close to Edward.