The Salvatore Brothers

Chapter 2:

"Miss, Miss, Miss," Henrietta said, running into the room. "Oh, there you are." She looked at me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Your mother was worried when you were not in your room," she said, curtsying. "I will tell her your with Mr Salvatore."

I stood up from the piano. "Oh, that shall not be necessary. I shall go talk to her," I said, fixing my dress.

"No, miss, it's just the dress maker, she wants to know your sizes but I am positive there's another way to find them out," she replied.

"No, I insist," I replied. "Sorry Mr Salvatore, I must go." I curtsied to Edward.

We walked out of the room and she led me upstairs to my room. "Oh, Isabella, there you are," Mother said.

"Sorry Mother, I was with Edward Salvatore. Did you know he plays piano?" I asked her. "And he composes."

Mom looked astonished. "Do you fancy this man, Isabella?" she asked.

"No mother, he is a lovely man," I told her. "But if I marry one of the Salvatore's I want to get to know all of them before I decide."

Mother looked at me. "Do not string them along for too long," mother replied.

"Whatever," I replied. We got my dress sizes and chose the material and style dress I would like and then I left, to go find Rosalie and Emmett.

I found them outside and I walked up to them. Rose was in a light blue dress, her blue eyes twinkling. "Rose?" I asked. "May I talk to you? Alone?"

"Yes, please be a dear Emmett and entertain the Salvatore's with Jasper?" Rosalie asked, looking at him.

"Of course, my love," he responded. I smiled. They were gorgeous together.

"What is it Bella?" she asked.

"Mother wants me to get married," I said. "With one of the Salvatore boys, they are charming, I guess."

"Bella that's one step closer, you think they are charming. Put there names in a bonnett and choose a name and whoever you pick, marry," Rosalie said.

"No, Rose, you do not understand," I said. "It is not that, it is just that I think Edward is charming, he play piano and yet I feel attracted to Damon but he seems more inappropriate to marry and Stefan just seems so lovely."

Rose looked at me, grabbing my shoulders. "You must not marry that boy Damon, I have heard horrid stories about him!" she said.

"I know, but he's just so... mysterious," I replied. "And that is... alluring."

"Oh, Bella, go for one of the more appropriate boys," she replied. "Anyway, it seems Jasper may marry that young Alice." She grinned.

I smiled. "She is a wonderful girl."

We continued talking, me expressing my fears about getting married, we walked through the town at the markets. She told me I should not be afraid and that it is easy but much better.

We returned just in time for dinner and we ate at the table. "So, Isabella," Father said. "What did you do today?"

"Edward played piano for me today," I said. "Did you know he composes?"

Dad looked shocked, turning to Edward, "Is that right?" he asked.

Edward nodded. "Yes sir," he replied.

"He shall make a fine musician one day," his father said proudly.

"I certainly agree Mr Salvatore," I replied.

Mother looked at me. "Have any of your sons married?" she asked Mr Salvatore.

"Oh, no," he said. "Damon has not been able to settle down, Edward and Stefan, well they are not to be married just yet, though our eldest who is back home entertaining guests with his grandmother may be marrying a woman named Opal."

"Well, maybe one of them might marry our young Isabella," she said smiling, looking at me.

I glared at mother and stoos. "Way to be inconspicious about it mother," I spat. I walked out of the room while Mr Guiseppe Salvatore looked shocked after me.

"Sorry about her," I heard mother saying.

"Renee, you know Isabella does not want to marry just anyone," father said. "I shall go talk to her, excuse me."

I sat in the living room, trying to breathe. Father entered. "I am sorry for embarrassing you father," I said.

"No need, Isabella," father said. "You know that the Salvatore family will treat you respectfully? One of their sons would be the perfect choice for a husband."

"I know, I supposed they are quite charming," I said.

"Isabella you look tired, why not depart for bed?" he asked.

"Thank you," I said and rised, leaving the room and father went to go speak to the guests, I guess.

Back in my room, I paced, thinking. Then after a while, Henrietta came in and helped me out of my dress and corset and I got into my nightgown and slept.