A/N: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, this story is mine.
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Chapter Five: Esme's Guests'
Esme Cullen sighed as she saw her life passing by her eyes. What the heck was she doing with it? She had had a very successful professional career, a wonderful husband, and three stubborn sons who should have given her some grand children already. She was willing to take care of them, bake for them, spoil them, and love them. She wanted to see her sons with some good women that would make them as happy as they deserved.
But that wasn't the case, there she was, waiting for her beloved husband to come back from the hospital where he worked and wishing for the few visits her children gave her. Edward wouldn't be there for the weekend due to some business. Emmet and Jasper would go, however, very late that night and they would leave early in the afternoon on Sunday.
The door bell rang at that moment getting her out of her sad thoughts; she rushed to open the door as the bell rang again. When she opened it, there were two beautiful women standing at her front door smiling at her.
"Mrs. Cullen, I hope you remember me, I'm Rosalie Hale; we met at Renee Swan's birthday party." Rosalie greeted.
Esme recognized the stunning young woman she had met several days ago. She had made quiet a good impression on the woman. To Esme she was a beautiful, decided, straightforward and kind young lady, plus she was Isabella's best friend.
"Of course I remember you, Rosalie, please come in." she invited her. Rosalie accepted delighted and entered in the big white residence.
"This is Alice Brandon, a very good friend and collaborator of Isabella's and mine." Rose introduced Alice. She greeted as effusive and charming as always, just how her parents had taught her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Cullen!" Alice said just after kissing her on both cheeks.
"It's my pleasure, but please call me Esme, Mrs. Cullen is my mother in-law and let's just say we don't get along very well." The three women laughed at Esme's joke. They sat down in the living room where Esme was left sad and alone just a few minutes earlier. They started a nice chat.
The lady was so excited by the young women's visit that she didn't realize that Isabella wasn't with them.
"Well, where's Isabella?" The girls looked at each other not so sure whether to mention anything before Rosalie answered.
"That's why we're here, Esme, to talk about Isabella. We want to know what happen to her before she left for New York," the blonde girl asked, having her usual and effective attitude about enquiring, however she wasn't aware that Esme had studied law in school, and had a masters degree in the subject; being a bit smarter than Rose for that matter.
"What exactly do you want to know?" The answer shocked both girls impressing Rosalie and making Alice a bit amused by her reaction.
"Esme," Alice interceded as Rosalie got speechless, "Rosalie and I firmly believe that you could help us to know how Isabella's life was during her last years here in Forks."
Esme nodded even tho she wasn't sure why they were asking her instead of Renee or Bella herself.
"Isabella has told us that she was born and raised here but for some reason she doesn't like to be here and she had avoided coming here ever since she left." Rosalie continued, recovered from her shock and instead, stunning Esme this time.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you. There could be a reason, but I'm not sure that's the reason why she has been avoiding coming. It's just…" Esme was interrupted by the bang of the door being opened.
"Mom, we're home!" a huge black-haired man shouted.
"Emmett, I told you the door was open, you didn't have to kick it in that way," a young blonde man said to him, walking behind his big brother.
"You're a dumbass." Jasper snorted, entering with his bags in hand and running to his room just like when he was fifteen and was back in high school.
"Come on, Jazzy, don't be such a baby." Emmett mocked him, always messing with his brother.
"Emmett!" his mother told him off, using a more serious tone than she usually did. This attracted both brothers attention, making them freeze in their places.
When the two young men entered into the living room where their mother was, they were stunned by what they saw. In front of them, in their mother's house, were the two women that had slipped away from them at the fashion show.
The stunning blonde girl who had bewitched the Cullen's oldest one and the pretty black-haired taven that had fascinated the youngest.
"Alice and Rosalie are going to believe I have the rudest sons in the world," Esme repremanded them again, "Introduce yourself properly." she ordered, and they immediately obeyed.
"I'm Emmett Cullen" the biggest introduced, showing off a cocky smirk to the blonde. The girl rolled her eyes but accepted the hand shake.
"Jasper Cullen," the blonde one greeted to Alice, who was a bit annoyed by the guys, so she just nodded.
"I think we better go, Esme" Rosalie said, approaching her friend and heading to the door.
"Why don't you stay for dinner, girls? We can continue later," the lady suggested but the smirks and looks from her sons persuaded them from accepting the invitation.
"We gotta meet Isabella in a while, maybe another time?" Alice said as serious as when Jasper greeted her.
"In that case, come back whenever you want?" Esme asked them with tenderness, walking them to the door.
"We'll try, Esme," the blonde girl assured her, leaving the house and running away from the two despicable men.
"This is gonna be harder than I thought," the young Hale muttered once she was in her car again and driving to Isabella's house.
"Tell me about it." Alice agreed, trying to forget about the blonde's green eyes.
Meanwhile, back at the Cullen's house, a very upset Esme was scolding her reckless sons.
"First you arrived like two spoiled teenagers, shouting and kicking my door and then you go pretending to be some ladies men in front of me in this house. If you haven't gotten this lecture through your heads, I assure you, you will. Just wait until your father gets home. I don't care if your nearly thirty, I spend most of my days all by myself in this house, abandoned by my three ungrateful children, and just when I get some nice company you make them run away in less than two minutes."
Esme didn't exactly yell at them, but she was obviously furious and was scary enough for her sons who weren't used to that kind of reactions from their mother.
"Now, go to your rooms, you're grounded!" she ended frustrated.
"You can't ground us! We're like thirty!" Emmet pouted.
"Oh...I don't care! Just go!" Esme said, seeing her children walking up to their rooms like they were teenagers instead of like the two adults they were.
Inside their bedrooms the Cullen guys couldn't believe how lucky they were, despite their mother's speech.
The same women that had left them frustrated, upset and even a little disappointed were there. They had dated a lot of beautiful and sexy models, though there were none like those girls, and that was why they were determinate to win their hearts; no matter the cost. And in order to make it, they would have to use some of the very convenient connections their mother possessed in that tiny town.