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So, to all of you who reviewed, this chapter is dedicated to all of you!

All of you kept this story alive and out of the gutters!

I couldn't decide who to dedicate this too, so yea…

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Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own twilight….

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BPOV

"That insufferable man is putting you in a maid's room on the first floor!" Mrs. Weber, AKA Angela, fumed when the office door closed behind us. I understand her anger towards Mr. Cullen; he wasn't exactly the most pleasant person to be around.

"Where else would he put me?" I said, not wanting her to know about my own disappointment, as we trudged to the maids' quarters.

When I entered the small room, furnished with only a single bed, a small closet, a small dresser, a table, and one table, I could only think longingly of the luxurious bedroom and adjoining bath I had once occupied on the second floor.

Blinking my eyelids, I looked out the dormer window at the lawn, with its raised terrace edged with perennial borders.

Perhaps she sensed my need to be alone, Angela said, "There won't be anyone else sleeping on the first floor, so, bonus, you get the bathroom to yourself. Irina, the girl who answered the door, has her own little apartment about 15 minutes away. I still live in my apartment in the left wing. Other than that, you and I are the only live in help. Mostly all of Mr. Cullens helpers are daytime employees, hired through an agency in Norfolk. I don't know if he liked it or not, but I told him you'd be eating with me, I won't live under the same roof knowing that you're eating with the servants.

Her brown eyes snapped with anger under her glasses. So, I laid my hand on her right arm.

"Don't forget what we Swans owe Mr. Cullen. Without his intervention, my dad might have ended up in prison, or worse. After the hurricane destroyed the Swan shipyards and the insurance company went broke and defaulted, none of my dad's friend would help him. Edward Cullen bought our home so my dad could pay off his creditors, and he personally took up the notes on the shipwreck salvaging venture."

"Which turned into a disaster all over again!!!" Angela yelled, still fuming.

"That wasn't Mr. Cullen's fault either. The salvaging venture was my dad's last asset, and when the crew didn't recover enough artifacts to pay off the expenses, he lost everything."

"And, I'll admit, Mr. Cullen did pay for the ambulance that took your father to Kansas when he got sick. Luckily the farm your mother inherited in Kansas wasn't in the Swan holdings so you at least had a place to live." She patted my shoulder. "Here I am, talking to you when you need to rest! Come down to my room in an hour so we can catch up on news whilst we eat dinner."

Determined not to think about the bad luck that had ruined my dad, and his business, I unpacked the luggage and put my things in the small closet. I had no real need for the dresser. All the while I was unpacking, I couldn't help not thinking about Edward's face, no matter how brief I saw it. The right side was smooth and defined, as if it were carved out of marble. It was healthy looking. Whereas the left side had shiny red and white charred patches that marred his skin. Between the splotches, the skin was stretched and scaly, causing his lips to curve upward in a lopsided grimace.

I have seen one or two pictures of him before the accident, and from those photos, I saw that he had been a very handsome man before. He could have made Adonis jealous.

He came from a wealthy family. Money couldn't, still can't, be an issue, so why doesn't he have the blemishes removed or altered with skin drafting?

Unpacking didn't take that long, I hadn't brought very many things with me, I didn't plan on being here for very long.

I was tired from all of the traveling, so I stretched out on the bed and took a short nap.

Even though I never acted like it, I was still sometimes a little resentful of the circumstances that had forced me into this predicament. The thing is, I don't have anyone to blame, a natural disaster had destroyed my family's shipyards.

I suppose I could blame the insurance company for going broke, or my father's hobby for buying rare, expensive treasures, but that would get me, or my father, nowhere.

I definitely couldn't blame Edward Cullen, who'd been more than generous with my dad. He could have taken my dad's collection and made a rather large profit with it, instead he'd given my dad, Charlie, more time to find to sell his collection. My dad hoped to have enough to pay off his debt to Edward, and have money left to spare. But, unfortunately, he is still penniless.

My dad had tried to persuade me to not come, and when I demanded a reason why, he said he didn't want Mr. Cullen near me. Especially without him here.

I hoped I'd been successful in hiding my humiliation to be sleeping in a maids room when I had once been the hostess of the Estate, from Angela and Edward. After my mom's death, 7 years ago, I had taken over the household management and the supervision of my sister, even though I was only ten years old, almost eleven. Even though I still my mom, I'm glad she didn't live to see the downfall of our family.

My mom had always been such a positive person, so she would have met the situation with her head held high. She always knew what to say for any situation, so she often admonished us. Except for me, her words had fallen on deaf ears. My sisters had railed at dad when he had lost the fortune, but had enjoyed the largesse of his money.

I sighed as I got up from the bed and made my way towards the door, and down the stairs to eat with Angela.

Determined to hide my unhappiness from her, I talked about how life was going for my family and I, and how we'd managed for the past year.

"The farm consisted of thousands of acres of prime farmland, and my brothers could have made enough money for all of us if they tried. I guess they didn't like all of the work needed to be a farmer so they went off to seek their fortunes elsewhere." I said. "My dad accepted the situation and was doing his best to learn how to farm until he heard that the salvation ship had returned to Norfolk. So, of course, he thought that the fortune would be restored and promised my sister and I many gifts. He turned the farm over to the renters and hurried to Norfolk, to find out what treasures and been discovered. I somehow suspected that the fortune wouldn't be regained. Jessica and Lauren had asked for many lavish gift, but I only wanted a rose from my mom's grave."

"I recall him asking Mr. Cullen for a rose to give you." Angela noted.

I smiled sadly, remembering the beautiful red rose.

"It was wilted by the time he returned back home, but I pressed the rose in one of my mother's old journals."

"To give Mr. Cullen credit—he's taken care of Renee's grave as if his own mother were buried there. A month after he came, he planted a boxwood fence around it and made it into a beautiful rose garden.

"Do you think he'd mind me visiting her grave?"

"I don't think so," Angela assured me. "At times he growls like a lion, and can be stubborn,, but I suspect his anger breaks out when he thinks about his disfigurement."

There ya go! Wow, 1,376 words! It would be longer, but then I probably wouldn't be able to stop and this would have the ending in it! That would be a REALLLLLY long chapter….

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