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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, the lovely SM does.

Chapter Two

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to start my day. As I was stretching, I noticed a letter on the davenport, it was from mom and dad.

Bella,

Your father and I have important business to attend to. We promise to have dinner together around 8'o clock. We left money on your top dresser, if you wish to go shopping. Remember to stay close to your bodyguards. Have a wonderful day sweetheart.

Love, mom and dad

Great, I'm alone yet again. I shouldn't be surprised though, my parents would die if they had to take a break from work to just relax. They eat and breathe work, no matter how early or late in the day it is. I guess I'll eat breakfast then do some more exploring around the hotel.

I decided to take a look around the second floor, since that is where most of the rooms are located. So far I've been in five rooms, they're all so different from each other. One room had only a desk and a long chair by the window, while another room was full of dusty books and scrolls. On my way downstairs, there was a particular door that caught my attention. It had gold trimmings all around the borders and intricate designs on the surface of the door and the knob resembles a crystal ball. I turned away from the staircase and walked toward the door to satisfy my curiosity.

"I have got to know what is in that room." I slowly turned the knob, and out came a gust of wind that felt like a slap in the face. The windows were wide open so the wind kept coming in, almost knocking me down. I managed to close the giant windows before anymore damage was done. This room is the most elegant out of all the rooms I've been in. There is a fireplace and long white candles resting upon the mantle piece. The walls are a light eggshell color and the ceiling is graced with paintings of baby angels. On one side of the room I can see the wallpaper starting to give way. There is a rip towards the bottom and it looks like the hotel staff tried to conceal the rip by placing clear tape over it.

A part of me wanted to leave the room, but another was saying to peel the tape away from the rip. I hesitated before pulling the tape off of the wall, when suddenly I heard someone playing a piano. I stopped pealing the tape and listened intently to the music. It was wonderful, invigorating, and lovely all at the same time.

I was suddenly frightened by the sudden gust of wind that came through the window. I hurried to shut it and ran back to the spot where I heard the sounds of a piano. They had stopped playing. I realized I was pouting like a child, I wanted them to continue playing their beautiful music.

A few hours later...

I was sitting in the dining hall waiting for the second course to be brought out. My thoughts were only of the piano I heard earlier today.

"Bella, is something the matter? You barely ate anything during the first course," said my father, who was fiddling with his blackberry and glancing at me. My mother was looking over documents and sipping tea.

"Yeah dad, I'm fine. How's work coming along?"

"Oh, you know how work is for your mother and I, long and tedious." He took a sip from his red wine.

"The British Prime Minister wants us to stay another week to go over some issues regarding extra security. Is that okay with you?" My mother spoke, finally making direct eye contact with me.

"I don't really have a choice in the matter. Work comes first to you guys anyway, right?"

My mother and father both stared at me with pleading eyes. My father sighed. "This trip is probably the most important for our career right now, honey. You've got to pull through." He went back to work on his blackberry.

"We'll take you car shopping before school starts. You can pick whatever car you want." My mother was smiling at me, as if buying me a car will solve all of our problems. I gave her a weak smile and went back to picking at my potatoes.