It was the summer. The grass was green and flowers were bloomed everywhere. The sun shined brightly in the blue sky. Everything was perfect.

I lay lazily in the soft green grass while picking flowers out of the ground and placing them in my long brown hair. I had always loved being outside. The grass that was soft against my skin. The breeze carried the scent of flowers. I loved lying back without any cares and watch the clouds go across the vast blue sky. I would be doing this for hours, without a care in the world.

I lived in a fairly large home; many believed that I lived in a castle since it was so large. I had believed so many who said that, I did believe that I lived in a castle. I felt like I was royalty and that everything I did didn't matter to anyone else because they would only care about my happiness.

I lived in my home with my father and mother, Charlie and Renee Swan. I had always loved them; they were kind to me and treated me dearly. Although I did want a younger sister, or maybe an older brother at some points. But it never happened, and I was fine with that. But it didn't really matter to me. My uncle also lived in the house with us, Phil Chaldier, who is my mom's brother. We also had many maids, butlers, chefs, waiters, and many other servants living in our house. I treated them as family since they pretty much were.

Since I lived in a large home, that most called a castle, I felt like I was a princess. I always wanted to find my prince that would save me from danger and take me away on a white horse into the sunset. But my parents always told me not to believe in fairytales, since sometimes they never happen and that they are a waste of time. And that they just get your hopes and dreams up and then they get crushed by reality. This was something I took hard, but I believed them since they had never let me down.

There was one thing that had always bothered me about my family though. It was about the Cullen's. For some reason my father had a grudge on them and wouldn't let it go, my mother had tried very often. He had always wanted the throne and believed that we should be the royal family instead of him. I was happy about being the daughter of a duke; it had gotten me very far. My father also wanted to rule everything. He believed that the Cullen's had stolen the crown from us, I didn't believe him. Mainly since their family has had the crown for years. So I took nothing from it.

I was daydreaming when my father had called out to me. I only noticed once he was standing over me.

"What are you doing dear Isabella?" he asked me.

I sat up. I was enjoying myself. "Father I don't see why you are so surprised. I'm always outside laying in the grass. I though you would have known my now."

"Oh my dear, Isabella. We must be getting ready for the ball. We need to be ready to leave in less than three hours I don't know why you seem surprised."

"A ball?" I was surprised, I didn't even know about a ball. "Yes. The Cullen's annual spring ball is tonight. They always have it this time of year" My father answered.

I couldn't believe I had forgotten about this. I always loved going to the Cullen's ball, or any ball they had. I enjoyed them because of their home, all the painting and such. Those things always amazed me. Though my father didn't know this, he did notice that I never danced with anyone, I always seemed occupied.

"Although, I do want you to dance with some men or boys, which ever you decide they are. But don't be occupied I want you do be getting married someday, having children, and being happy. I'm sure you know, but I won't live forever." My father said. I laughed. "Now get going before your mother has my head. I'm sure she won't want you going in a dress covered in grass."

"Alright." I told him.

I went upstairs and met my mother who seemed preoccupied trying to pick out a dress. She was choosing between a yellow dress, and a coral pink dress. My mom was a little bit taller than me. Her hair was a light brown and had brown eyes like me. She was much prettier than me though.

The yellow dress was a halter that was a bit low in the front. Across the top it was lined with jewels, as well as jewels across her waist. Then it flowed down to the floor.

The coral pink dress was strapless. There were jewels across the entire bodice, and then at the waist it flowed down to the floor and was very princess like. Along the top of the skirt there were a few jewels scattered across it.

"Bella, which dress would you think would look best on me?" I liked them both. My mom was also the only one who called me Bella, since she found it took less breath to say, also that it was my nickname when I was younger. It didn't seem to leave me, which I enjoyed.

"I don't know mother. They are both very beautiful. But I think that the yellow one would look nicer on you, it would make you look brighter without standing out too much." I told her.

"I think you're right." And she went to change into the dress. She came out with the dress on, she looked stunning. Her hair was flowing across her shoulders and it was in curls. "I'm glad I asked you Bella, it looks beautiful. Now time to get you ready."

I got washed up and got all the grass and flowers out of my hair. Then it was dried as best as possible. I went out to meet my mother who was choosing between a blue dress, and a baby pink dress.

The blue one was strapless, and was very faint. There was a flower design on it with jewels. It looked like a dress for a princess.

The baby pink one was a halter that went too far down in the chest that made me uncomfortable to wear it. There were jewels on it. As well as the blue it made me think of a princess.

"I want to wear the blue one. It's a nicer colour on me." My mom nodded her head in agreement.

I got ready and my hair dried into light ringlets and I though it looked beautiful. Then my mom placed a small tiara in my hair that looked like a vine of flowers. It was silver and had a few flowers here and there on it, and it was beautiful.

"I knew how much you loved having flowers in your hair, and it reminded me of you when I saw it." I had tears in my eyes and hugged her.

"Renee! Isabella! We have to go now." My father called from downstairs. We walked down the stairs to greet him, along with my uncle Phil. "Well don't you two look beautiful."

"Thank you." We both said in unison.

Then we got into our carriage and left to get to the ball on time.