Hi! I told you i would update soon! Thanks for all the reviews. And again, sorry for the mistake. I'm still super emabrassed. I just wanted to let everyone know, that i am completely oblivious to the history of chicago and the behavior in those days. So basically everything is completely fictional...
Again, i dont own Twilight or any of the characters.
Thanks for reading!
"Ouch!" I yelped, as Alice tugged a comb through my hair, "I really don't see how this is necessary you know."
"Do you want to look pretty or not?" she snapped. She was pretty annoyed with me; I had been sulking and complaining since she came into my room, which was approximately two hours ago. She put my hair up into an elegant bun and attached a delicate string of pearls around my neck.
"There," she huffed "You're done."
I got up and made my way to the window, admiring the people outside.
"Bella," she sighed, used to this "You can't go out there..."
"I don't care Alice, I want to. I wish I could live like them. Free to be who they want to be…" I said, imagining my life without people constantly watching you and telling you how to behave, how to dress…
"I hate that I can't chose who I want to marry. Every thing's always picked out for me, even who I have to love." I felt the familiar stinging of tears behind my eyes, I blinked it away. Alice put a hand on my shoulder, "It's ok Bels maybe these two won't be so bad…"
Just as if on cue the door bell rang.
I made my way-most ungracefully-down the stairs; Alice had already answered the door. There in the entrance were two men, I gasped as I saw them. They were both old. Very, very, old. I froze at the bottom of the stairs. Alice excused herself and joined the other maids who were setting up the terrace for afternoon tea. They both bowed, I was surprised how flexible they were for two old men. I attempted to curtsy but I was too in shock, was this some kind of joke? My mother entered,
"Isabella, you look lovely darling." She went up to the men held out her hand for them to kiss.
"Darling, this is Mr. Mcdonahue and Sir. James Frederic the fourth."
I gulped and nodded.
"Well won't you two come in?" Mother prompted. They both obliged immediately, never taking their eyes off me, I felt heat rush to my cheeks.
I found my voice, "Mother, may I speak to you…in private?" She raised one of her thin eyebrows. My eyes were pleading as I motioned towards the family room. She nodded,
"Excuse us for a moment gentlemen- ALICE! RENEE!" the two appeared immediately, "Please escort these men to the terrace."
"What is it now Isabella?"
"Did you see those men, Mother? They looked like they could be my father. No. My grandfather, what were you thinking?"
"Do not be so harsh. They are fine, wealthy men and they have taken the time to come calling."
"Mother, this is ridiculous!" I practically shouted.
She grabbed my wrist, "You will entertain these men, weather you like it or not do you understand me?"
"Mom, you're hurting m-"
"Do. You. Understand?" she hissed, I nodded and she let go.
"Now, now put a smile on you face. You don't want to scare them away no do you?"
I glared at her; she very well knew that was exactly what I wanted to do
Sooo that was chapter two, I just want to clarify something, her mother is not rene and her father is not charlie. The two parents arn't characters in the books. Although Rene and Charlie do exist in this story...
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