I hold Bella's hand in mine, and I can tell she's tense. She doesn't show it, though, and I doubt anyone else would notice.
My sister sits across from her, trying to hide her own nerves. She worries for me, and I know she's afraid to admit how excited she is that I've found someone. Finally.
Neither of us can take any more disappointment or broken promises.
Something tells me this might be different. She might be different. I could finally be different.
Rosie is my past, my present, my life.
Bella is my future.
I hope I'm not wrong.
Here's another little JPOV from chapter 6. This one is at dinner when Bella first meets Rosie. Hope you enjoy. :)