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That night I painted a small, detailed portrait of Edward on the easel in my room. I was about to start on his eyes when I realised that sunlight was flooding my room; a sunny day? I just hoped he didn't want to talk outside. I crossed the room and pulled out the red dress with no hesitations.
Next I put on some light grey lace gloves. After some careful thought I chose the grey hat with a wide brim and decided I would have a go curling my hair.
After an hour of preparations I was ready. I stood up and looked at myself in the floor length mirror. After a little pause I decided to pull the dress down to show a little more cleavage… wait… was I trying to look good for a human? Well, I couldn't care less, HE WAS HOT!
I stowed the canvas of Edward under my bed and went over to the window. There was a knock at the door and the most beautiful voice reached my pale ears.
"Bella? Could you let me in? It's me. Edward?"
Of course I recognised HIS voice, but Bella? When had I ever been called Bella? Though it did sound very good when he said it.
"Come in, the doors open."
He glided in leaned against one of the bed post when I suddenly realised that he could make even the worst room look like a luxury area.
"Bella, I just wanted to tell you that…"
I moved toward him just a fraction more before cutting him off
"Yes?"
"Well, I know this sounds so strands seeming I've only said about 2 words to you."
"44, actually"
He stifled a laugh "yes, and you've only said 18, if you don't count all the ums"
Thank God I couldn't blush "well, what did you want, Edward? If not to laugh at me"
"I think you're beautiful."
He moved toward me so that my back pressed against the wall, if he decided to kiss me and I lost control then it would be fried vampire on a steak for breakfast lunch and tea
"And your voice is perfect no matter what you say"
I noticed that at this proximity his eyes were more gold than hazelnut and because he was behind the desk at the doctors I never realised how big his…
"Though of course most of the time what you say is wonderful anyway"
He was babbling, I would never be like my mother, I could keep control, I affectionately moved his head up with my gloved hand so he could stare at my eyes instead of my breasts
"Not to mention the fact that you were so nice to poor Katherine…"
It wasn't much really….wait…
"WHAT! HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?"
I almost lost control thinking that he might have seen me naked.
"Calm down, Alessandro told me."
He pulled me in at the waist and held me there
"I would never spy on a lady"
Hell can't be that bad. I gave in.
"And what makes you think I'm Lady Mr Cullen?"
I held him now, he felt so warm to my icy fingers.
"Well, you haven't convinced me otherwise"
We leaned in closer; surely he must feel my frozen breath on his cheek
"How wrong you are"
I whispered into his ear and cradled his head so close to mine, next stop hell.
"Who cares if you're not, I'll still love you. After all I am only hu... hum... shit"
sadness and realisation crossed his face and he murmured sorry before darting out the room. I stared at the open door; I hadn't even heard what he had just said.
It was probably because he had just realised that he was flirting with a strange, unattractive girl when he could have had anyone, even the banker's daughter, what was her name? The blonde, Rosanne? Rose? Rosalie… Yes that was it.
I lay drown on the floor, curled into a ball and tried to cry, as I imagined him laughing and playing and who knows what with the pretty statuesque girl from down the street.
Sos that the storyline is so obvious...