17.

Deciding to let our dinner settle in our stomachs, we go for a walk outside the beautiful plaza. I also window-shopped for a bit. Seriously, who would pass by Nine West and not do anything? That's ridiculous, or so Esme thought.

The internal mentioning of her name has stop on my tracks. What the hell is my problem? Do I really have to remember my ex-mother-in-law? Fuck me.

"You're so weird today, Bella," Edward comments as we finally continue walking. "One minute you're babbling, and then you're pissed off, and the next you're gonna zone out like you've seen a ghost or something."

I sigh and shake my head. I can't seem to get it all together. It's probably because of Edward by my side. I feel this kind of nostalgia like we're bringing up the past or something. It gives me the whillies.

"Do you have a problem, Bella?" he asks with sincerity. He takes a look at a distance before saying, "You weren't like that before…"

"Now who's bringing up the past?" I throw back what he said to me yesterday. It's meant to be a light joke, you know.

He shrugs, completely taking the joke a little too far. "I don't know. I just feel something off with you." Who wouldn't feel that against your ex-wife?