A/N: What's this Belzo?

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FANCY! But you know what's not fancy and is more... redneck walmart-y? The fact that SMeyer still owns even though this is a crossover; although Ms. Austen owns some of it too, which brings back some of the class.

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BPOV

"Isabella!" My mother yelled from down the corridor. It really wasn't necessary; it wasn't as if our modest home were a palace in which screaming was imperative to being heard.

No, I believe my mother just enjoyed the act of screaming at the top of her lungs.

Nevertheless, I hurried to the opposite end of the hall and into the dressing room where she and a maid were standing beside my elder sister Alice. My mother appeared to be in a fit of despair.

"What is it, mother?" I asked, moving quickly to her side.

"This dress! It will not do; it simply will NOT do!" she wailed, covering her mouth with one hand, which astonishingly covered the whole thing.

"Why not? It looks lovely," I said, viewing Alice in the lavender ball gown. "You look radiant Alice." I added, turning to look up at my sister as she stood on the footstool.

She turned to smile hesitantly. "Really Bella? I look all right? I do so dearly wish to make a good impression on Mr. Hale this evening."

Mr. Hale. His name well as might be God as far as my mother was concerned. He owned a great deal of land farther south, and even had a home right in London. His money and his status were the only reason my sister and I were being sent to this ball at all. My mother had convinced herself that Mr. Hale would fall in love and marry my dear sister before night's end - he just had to make introduction.

And there was no doubt that my sister was the most beautiful girl in our countryside. She was petite as most gentlemen prefer, with ice blue eyes and striking jet black hair that was nearly always pulled back; most weren't even aware that it went below her shoulders. There was no doubt in my mind that Mr. Hale would find her agreeable; however, whether he would propose by night's end was a bit suspect.

Abruptly my mother's eyes spun to me, raking over my beige work dress. "And why are you not presentable Isabella? Oh heavens, I told you we were to depart at half six. And look!" She once again screeched like a howling bird, "it's nearly half five!"

I gave a sideways glance to Alice who was stifling a laugh by covering her pink lips. "Yes mother. I'll go now; I was unaware of the time," I apologized calmly.

"Yes dear girl! Go! You must be ready to be a second, albeit distant second, choice should Mr. Hale prefer his women on the less breathtaking side of the beauty scale."

I nodded, brushing her comment to the side as I made my way out of the dressing room, with the maid following on my tail.

It wasn't that I was hideous, no. I wasn't a shut in, or a mute; if anything I was entirely the opposite. I was friendly and occasionally a bit talkative; which caused my mother great grief in certain situations - such as finding a husband.

My sister Alice was perfect in that regard. Being very soft spoken and shy, along with her stunning looks, she caught the eye of many suitors; however, her being the most desirable left my mother pushing for her to marry up and marry very well. Thus, the ball with Mr. Hale.

We arrived promptly at seven. Not early enough to be the first to arrive but not late enough to receive comments on punctuality. My mother, and god bless his patience, my father, stepped inside first. After making introduction with the charitable hosts of the party they introduced my sister and me - Alice first, of course.

My mother was very much like a wild animal; eyes wide and seeking out her prey quietly. Though, there was nothing quiet about her attack. Once she spotted Mr. Hale, conversing with his sister and a tall bronze haired man she practically screeched like a bird - a manic bird at that.

She tugged on Alice's arm so hard I worried about it popping out of its socket; fortunately (or not), my sister had the quick reflex to grab my arm and pull me with her.

"Mr. Hale, Ms. Hale, it's a pleasure. I am Renee Swan, wife of Mr. Charles Swan, an inspector in Meryton." She began, giving a short dip of introduction. "And these are my daughters, Ms. Alison Swan and... well, the other is her younger sister, Isabella." Alice and I curtsied in unison, lowering our heads slightly.

Mr. Hale was very gracious in not commenting on my mother's behavior or brazen attitude. "It is a pleasure Mrs. Swan. Your husband has been a dear friend of my family's for years. We appreciate his efforts in keeping our community safe." He acknowledged with a smile before turning to Alice and me.

"And ladies, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. This is my elder sister Tanya Hale and my dear friend Edward Cullen." He responded politely, turning his eyes to each of his companions. My eyes locked on Mr. Cullen's and for a brief moment my breath hitched.

Both Tanya and Edward gave a curt bow of recognition, all the while my eyes were unable to tear from Edward's. His jaw locked and I noticed his Adam's apple bob before he broke the gaze. He cleared his throat, nodding to all of us and sufficiently excusing himself from the conversation.

Well, that wasn't very agreeable.

EPOV

Most interesting, this feeling.

It was quite like being knocked from a horse, in that it came with the same jolt and burst all through one's body. I just couldn't know why as I'd never experienced such a feeling beyond...falling from a horse.

It was moments before Tanya, Jasper's sister found me. I could smell her coming. What a good way to detect something foul.

"You have quite the way about you Mr. Cullen. I wish I had the audacity to be able to walk away from such vileness as the Swan women as easily and with as few repercussions to my reputation as you."

"Vile?" I questioned, turning back to her and disgracing my mother by pulling a hand through my hair. "I didn't find them vile."

"Yes, did you not witness the way Mrs. Swan threw herself at our feet? It was wretched."

I rolled my eyes. Tanya was too judgmental. "She was merely overzealous in her welcome. It would do you well to be kind."

"I was kind. I stayed. And since when do you pride yourself in being gracious? You nearly ran like a criminal from the conversation the moment introductions had finished."

I shrugged. "Rosalie's making her debut here. I have to be courteous." I glared over at her, knowing all the well what Tanya was whispering in my Rosie's ear. "And I didn't run, I excused myself at a hastened pace."

Tanya's lips pursed, making her look more like a fish out of water than a lady of society. "Well, it was the gentlemanly thing to do. After how that Isabella Swan girl was staring at you, practically desperate." She laughed.

My head snapped to her in disgust. Isabella had done nothing wrong, other than have the misfortune to meet Tanya. "Watch your manners; your brother seemed quite taken with the dark haired girl." With that, I brushed past her and back toward the party where I found the younger guests to be in the middle of a dance.

"You should ask her," I said lowly, coming up behind Jasper as he watched the dark haired Swan from across the floor.

"Isn't she just the most radiant woman in this entire room? Dare I say in all this county."

I laughed a little at his bold conjecture. "She's fair, I'll give you that."

"She has far surpassed fair my friend, it seems that the mere notion she is simply fair is to insult her beauty."

"Easy, Shakespeare," I replied, raising an eyebrow at him. "Ask her to dance, then."

Jasper twitched, nervously. "Nay. She does not seem too keen on me."

"You didn't even speak to her."

"She has been preoccupied speaking with her sister, Bella," he replied, then turned to me with a smile. "Unless.. what if you were to dance with Miss Bella so that I may have the opportunity to ask for a dance with Miss Alice?"

I rolled my eyes, clapping as the dance ended. "Let's go, Romeo."

Jasper nodded, walking over to the Miss Swans, and tapped the elder's shoulder. "Miss Alice.. uh, umm.. that is.." he stuttered, while I suppressed a laugh. "How are you enjoying the party this evening?"

Alice blushed, and looked down at her feet, giving us a tight curtsy. "Very Well, Mr. Hale. And you?"

"Very well indeed," he replied, swallowing nervously. "I would like to inquire as to whether you are partial... that is, if you enjoy dancing?"

"I do," she responded, almost shyer than he, if it were possible. I could only look on amused. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing at their display. It was also then that I saw Miss Swan, the younger staring at me intently; almost skeptically.

Jasper grinned as though she'd just accepted his hand and offered his arm. "Would you do me the honor?"

Of course she accepted his arm, and I was left with Bella. Alone. I clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth, taking a deep breath. "Miss Swan, would you do me the honor of this dance?"

She still seemed doubtful of me, but accepted my arm. "Of course Mr. Cullen."

"Thank you," I replied, leading her to our line and waiting for it to begin. The whole...dancing thing was not exactly fun, nor was it something I particularly enjoyed. However, it seemed worse to leave her there alone or even worse still to have one of the other...boys here attempt to do the thing.

"I find your countryside quite agreeable," I mentioned as we began, her palm barely resting against mine.

"Thank you. I dare say you and your friends have selected the ideal time of year to visit; it is neither too warm, nor too cold and the flowers have just begun to bloom," she started, but waited until we were close again to continue. "I have heard from my uncle and aunt, that Pemberly is lovely year round."

"It is. My father had spent a fortune to keep up with it," I replied, moving around again in the proper way. "We should be delighted to have you and your sister up some afternoon."

"That is most kind. I'm sure she would be most delighted to receive the invitation. And I... well it would be a pleasure to walk around the gardens."

I nodded. "They're quite expansive. I often find myself lost in them." Why on earth was I so engrossed in the gardens? And why did I want to badly for her to know them?

She smiled warmly, "Getting lost, I dare say, is sometimes half the fun. Do you not agree?" She inquired, her smile growing ever larger.

Her grin was infectious. "I do. When I was a boy, I hid from my nannies there." Something about her...something indeed.

She laughed quietly, the sound making me feel warm inside. "I can only imagine the riffraff you would get into with Mr. Hale as a child."

I nodded, pulling away as the song ended. "All the time."

She gave a low curtsey, and dipped her head. "Thank you for the dance Mr. Cullen."

"My pleasure, Miss Swan."

My pleasure, indeed.