Hello, darlings. I'm so sorry it's taken me so long, I've been very busy. Now before we begin, I would like to do something new. As my story grows ever so popular, I've noticed that I have a couple of steady fans who I feel need to be acknowledged for their support. So I would like to give a major shoutout to:

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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Chapter 15!

Chapter 15 – I Hope You're Happy Now (Rosalie's POV)

I awoke to a bright stream of sunlight coming through my window. I sat up, disoriented, trying to remember what had happened. I knew I had fainted, but I couldn't remember anything else. Suddenly, everything rushed back into my mind. I groaned, falling back onto my pillows and tugging my blankets over my head, willing it all to go away. Instead, the memory of my promise to Royce flooded my mind. I groaned again, threw aside the blankets, proceeded to get dressed, and headed towards Emmett's house.

As my carriage pulled up in front of Emmett's house, I began to have second doubts, but I pushed them out of my mind and proceeded ahead with my task. Determined, I walked up to the door of the house and knocked. The butler answered.

"Good morning, Miss," he said.

"Good morning," I answered. "Is Emmett home?"

"Yes, Mr. McCarty is at home."

"I need to speak with him immediately. Tell him Rosalie Hale is here to see him. He'll know who I am."

"Yes, Miss Hale." The butler disappeared. Within a few short minutes, Emmett appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Rosalie!" Emmett called upon seeing me. He raced down the stairs and came over towards me, opening his arms to embrace me. I took a step back and he dropped his arms, confused. "Rose," he said. "What's wrong?"

"First of all, Emmett, it is highly inappropriate to give a hug to an engaged woman," I told him. "And it is even more inappropriate to hug an engaged woman who is not a friend of yours or even an acquaintance."

"I'm sorry, Rosalie, it won't happen a…" Emmett paused. "What was the last thing you said?"

"I said that it is even more inappropriate to hug an engaged woman who is not your friend or acquaintance."

"I still don't understand. Are you trying to say we're not…?" Emmett's voice trailed off.

"Am I trying to say we're not friends?" I questioned. "Yes, Emmett, that is exactly what I am trying to say." Emmett started to laugh.

"You are not serious, are you?" he said through laughter. Then he noticed the expression on my face. The laughter stopped abruptly. "You're serious. You seriously are trying to tell me we can't be friends."

"Yes, Emmett. That is exactly what I am trying to tell you."

"This isn't funny, Rosalie."

"You think this is a joke? Well, it isn't. I'm being serious. Royce…"

"Of course," Emmett said, cutting me off. "I should have known Royce was involved."

"Don't you dare blame Royce," I told him. "He simply asked me to end our friendship. I'm the one who agreed."

"You agreed to this? You agreed to stop being friends with me? Why?"

"It's for the better, Emmett. I can't have you getting to close to me and ruining my marriage."

"I would never do that, Rosalie. All I want is for you to be happy."

"How do I know you really mean that? How do I know you aren't jealous of Royce and wouldn't try to ruin things for me and him out of jealousy?"

"Rosalie, you have my word that I would never, ever do that to you."

"Emmett, I can't believe that. I'm not blind, Emmett; I've seen the way you look at me, seen the things you do for me. You have feelings for me, Emmett. You've been courting me."

"Rosalie, I'm not going to deny either of those statements. Yes, I have feelings for you. Yes, I've been courting you."

"You see, Emmett? It's too dangerous. What if you let your feelings get the better of you? What if you try to ruin things for me and Royce?"

"Rosalie, why won't you believe me when I tell you that I would never try to ruin things for you and Royce?"

"I don't want to take the risk! What Royce and I have is special and neither of us wants something to happen that could ruin our engagement."

"Did Royce tell you to say this? Is this how you feel or how Royce feels?"

"Leave Royce out of this. This is between you and me. Royce isn't involved."

"Is Royce ending his friendship with all his female friends? Or is it only you who has to cease being friends with anyone of the opposite gender?"

"I thought I asked you to leave Royce out of this," I said through gritted teeth. "What is going on here is only between you and me, not you, me, and Royce."

"Don't you see what he's doing, Rosalie?" Emmett cried. "He's controlling you. He's telling you what to do and you're as good as letting him by not fighting back."

"Enough, Emmett," I said. "I'm sorry, but our friendship is over."

"What's so great about him, anyway?" Emmett asked me softly. "Why are you so adamant about marrying him?"

"He's a King," I answered. "He's rich. I'll be rich. I'll have everything I could want."

"That's it? Not because you love him and he loves you? Just because he's rich?" Emmett scoffed. "I knew it. I knew it all along."

"You knew what?" I answered.

"I knew that you were nothing but a vain, spoiled, pompous, arrogant brat." I gasped at his accusation. "I didn't want to believe it, but now I know it's true. Enjoy Royce. You two deserve each other." Without another word, Emmett left. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to cry. Drying my eyes, I turned around and, chin held high, headed off towards my destiny without looking back.

She still doesn't get it, does she? Oh, well, she'll come to her senses eventually.

xoxoxoxoxo, TwilightTeen212