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A/N: Hello again to all my lovely readers. Thanks to Susie (xlavendermoonx) who is a new fan fiction writer…her story is called Blinding…Full of suspense… Thanks Susie for your needed help. A special dedication for Lucia. Thanks for the banner and the beautiful background you made to illustrate my story. Thanks to Rosa for the BG you made for me on twitter…Thanks to all my dear lovely friends on twitter and YouTube. I love girls.
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CHANGES chap.8
Where you go doesn't count. The importance is to enjoy the place where you are.
France
EDWARD
The flight from Pittsburgh to New York went well. God must know of my fears of being in the air. No turbulence and no kids crying or screaming. Nobody seemed nervous…well I was nervous…I always was nervous flying, but that was part of me. As soon as I arrived home I unpacked my bags. My mother had done my laundry…Thanks to my beloved mother… so I took time to open my mails and to call Charlotte, Emmett and Marcus.
There was not anything interesting in the mail. Almost all of it were bills…those damn bills… and annoying publicity-stuff.
I took time to make coffee and read the newspaper. The news was so boring. The usual stuff. I picked out a CD…Van Morrison, poured a cup of coffee and called Emmett.
He must have been waiting for my call. After the first ring, I heard his voice.
"Hey, hello, Eddie. How was your flight?"
"It went very well actually. I am here at the loft now. Safe." I retorted, laughing.
"Are you very busy this week?" Emmett asked.
"Well yes…I am in New York just for three days. I'm going to Montreal on Thursday. I will live in the city for about a year. I have to call Charlotte. I still don't know where I will be living there. Just hope they found an apartment for me. It's not that I don't like hotels, but a year in a hotel room…No…I don't think I would enjoy that very much."
"You will love Montreal. I spent two weeks there, three years ago, with my students. There was a basketball competition between high schools, and we enjoyed our time in the city so much….and we won every game," he said laughing.
"Nothing is new about you winning, bro. You always win. I wonder how you would react losing games…We all know you are a bad loser…and you have a vile temper…"
"Hey, Bastard…you know I am a winner at heart…even you can't beat me at any sports."
"Oh….Shut up, asshole…some days I'll get my revenge," I added laughingly.
"Are you flying to Montreal? " he asked.
"Nope. Not this time. I'll drive. I'll take my SUV Porsche Cayenne. There is not enough space in my convertible Porsche…in fact there is no trunk at all, and I have a lot of stuff to take to Montreal…anyway, I'll need a vehicle there, and I don't want to rent one."
"Who's going to take care of your apartment while you are gone?"
"I'll ask Charlotte or Marcus to come by to pick up my mail and see if everything is okay. It's well-protected with my high tech electronic security system directly linked to the police station. I wouldn't want any intruders in here, with my CD's collection which is worth thousands and thousands dollars. I also wouldn't want thieves to steal my guitars….They are priceless and very expensive."
"You're such a materialist person, Eddie. Your real loves are your Porsches, your CD's, and your guitars."
"Shut the fuck up. Aren't you as well? Just the way you take care of your Mercedes…each time you clean it. It's as if you are close to orgasm," I retorted back, "You should see your face….almost gazing at your car as if it were a woman…"
"Fuck you, man. Cars are easier to deal with than women sometimes," Emmet said.
"And who are you to talk? ...You do the same thing."
"You have a point there. It's true cars don't ask for anything….Though I can't see myself fucking my car…and anyway, nobody is going to be fucking me in my car…a blow-job maybe, if the girl is a swallower. I don't want my jizz to stain the seat."
"You are right about that…No liquid whatsoever in my Mercedes. Far too precious for me," he added laughing.
"Well, Emmett, you know how much I enjoy talking about cars, sex and women with you, but I have others things to do today. So I'll have to hang up for now. I must call Charlotte and Marcus. I will phone you as soon as I am in Montreal. Tell Mom, Dad and Alice I'll call them, too."
"Okay, Eddie. I love you, bro."
"I love you too, Emmett. Bye now."
"Bye, Ed…Have a nice trip." Then he hung up.
My second call was to Charlotte. On the fourth ring, I heard her musical voice answer the phone.
"Well hello, baby. It's Sexy Cullen on the phone. How are you, Hun?" I said.
"Hi, Sexy Cullen. I am fine. I was actually looking at your contract for the new movie…Everything is okay. How were your holidays? Did you have a nice time?"
"It was great, Charlotte… I had so much fun…Emmett took care of everything." I said.
"I presume you engaged in all kinds of extreme sports…we all know how your brother is. And did you ruin some girls' hearts? As we know you do all the time," she added laughing.
"Hey, baby, I did not call you to talk about my sex life…But for your information, I had a great time in many areas," I added snorting. "I'm calling to get more details about everything dealing with Montreal. Where will I live and when do I begin those French classes?"
"I have some pretty good news, sweetheart. Your classes will begin in two weeks. It's the 'Collège des Langues Internationales.' It is a very well-know, reputable establishment in Montreal. It will be a small class…I think no more than eight students will be in the class."
She continued, "As far as your accommodations, you will have to live in a hotel, The Hilton Suites, for approximately four days. Alliance has rented you a condo in Laval, which is a suburban town very near to Montreal…but it is new and not quite ready yet. All your furniture is included, so you just have to bring your stuff and your sexy body down there."
"Very funny, Charlotte. I know how sexy I am….and I know how to use my sexiness," I added playfully.
"We all know that, hun. At least I did not see you on internet or in magazines while you were in Pittsburgh….Girls want you to be single…They all dream of you as their Prince Charming…"
"Well between you and me, I don't give a fuck about being a Prince Charming to any of these girls. As long as they are eighteen and up for a good fuck…they can call me whatever they want…and dream about me, too…I am not at all responsible for being so-good looking," I said giggling.
"Ah, Eddie….you can be such an asshole, but I love you."
"I know that, darling. Everybody loves me" …except one girl the motherfucker said…the red dress girl…she hates you…oh!! You are back again…I thought I left you in Pittsburgh…go to hell..."I love you too, Charlotte. Can you fax the information for the college, the hotel and the condo? …The addresses and everything… I have my GPS, so I'm not worried about how to get there."
"You are not going by plane?" Charlotte asked
"No…not this time…I'll drive my SUV Porsche Cayenne. I need a car in Montreal."
"Oh, okay then."
"Last question, hun…When do we start filming JE TE CROIS?"
"Alliance will wait until your French classes are over. They really want you to master the language. So maybe in eight or nine months."
"Oh, great. It was nice to talk to you…Don't forget to fax the info….I'll call you as soon as I am in Montreal."
"I'll call you too, Eddie…Maybe you will have to do some interviews there and some photo shoot sessions. A magazine which is very popular 'STAR SYSTEM' called me yesterday, and they asked me if you would be willing to be interviewed and photographed."
"Why not? It's part of my job. Call me when they are ready to do it."
"Okay, bye, sexy Cullen."
"Bye, hun…Talk to you soon."
My third call was for Marcus. The last one for today. My ear was actually on fire, and I was not fond of talking on the phone.
I dialled the number and Marcus answered.
"Hey, Marcus….It's Cullen…How are you buddy?" I missed you."
"I missed you too, Edward. I've been quite busy. The business is really picking up."
"Why don't you come to the restaurant tonight? We could talk…Come and have dinner, Eddie"
"That was my intention. I'll see you around seven. I have things to do at home before. At least take a shower. I am all sweaty from the plane ride here…I'll see you after."
"Okay bye, buddy…see you at 7:00… Bye, Edward."
"See you, Marcus."
I took time to relax a bit more and to strum my guitar, singing Van Morrison 'Brown eyed Girl'…The brown eyed girl in the red dress…The girl who hates you…oh….fuck you…can you shut your fucking mouth…damn motherfucker…get out of my head…
I went to the shower to get rid of the sticky sweat that was on my skin. I washed thoroughly, shampooed my hair, towel-dried and got dressed. Black jeans, a red Abercrombie & Fitch polo, my black jacket, black socks and my usual black and white running shoes would do the job.
My hair…it was so undisciplined…nothing to do with it… so I let it dry without even using the blow-dryer.
It was almost 6:30. So I got my keys, my cell, my pack of smokes and my wallet, and went out to the garage to my Porsche…OH! I'd missed driving my convertible green baby. I opened the door and sat; putting a CD of Snow Patrol…'Chasing Cars' was my favourite song from them.
I put my car in reverse and drove down the street. And again, the traffic was jam-packed…Jesus-Christ…this car was made for speed…and it was like a turtle…Fuck…fucking damn traffic…I hated it…I swore, I screamed, I hit the steering wheel…but there was nothing to do. I was jammed …that was it.
Finally I arrived to La Santa Fé. The parking lot was full as usual….yes Marcus business was running well…and I headed to the restaurant. On my way, I was stopped by two teenagers who timidly asked for an autograph and a picture…They were all so red, I thought they would collapse. I gladly accepted, giving them my sexiest smile…now they were near hyperventilation, snaking my arms around them as a passer-by kindly agreed to take the picture. I felt them shaking, thinking inwardly….girls I am not going to eat you…you are much too young, if you were older maybe…
I said good-bye to the girls, kissing them on the cheeks…now both of them were giggling like idiots and certainly wouldn't wash their cheeks for weeks… and then I went to the restaurant. Marcus came to greet me, kissing me on the cheeks as usual, and offered me a drink.
"What would you like, Eddie?" he asked.
"Give me an Adonis," I said smiling.
"Now what….an Adonis….you are such a jerk…Lauren…give an Adonis to the Adonis here." he said.
"So how were your holidays? How is your family?" Marcus asked.
"I enjoyed every single day with them. You know my brother, Emmett. I had a full schedule. Sports, dinner with my family and friends. We went out a lot. And my family is doing well. Yes, those holidays were most welcomed."
"So how long are you staying here? ….You have that role…in the French movie?"
"I am leaving in two days. We will begin to film in eight or nine months…not sure exactly. I talked to my manager earlier, and Alliance is going to wait till I master French fluently. The French classes will start in two weeks. I hope learning French won't be too difficult…All those verbs, the grammar and the rules…There are so many…"
"I know Eddie. French is very similar to Italian…We don't have to deal with genders in English, but I am sure you will be fine. And you are going to learn the language of romance as Spanish is….Romantica Idioma…Italian, French and Spanish are the languages of romance…Did you know that?"
"Not at all, buddy….The languages of Romance…That is very poetic…making love and murmuring French words…I have a hard-on just thinking about it."
"Idiot…Do you want a refill, Mister Adonis? Marcus asked laughing.
"Well why not?" This drink suits me so well". I added, also laughing.
"So, Marcus, is the place always so crowded? Every time I come here it is full."
"Yep, Eddie. No recession here. I don't complain. I am thinking of opening another restaurant in New Jersey. I make good money. This investment is profitable. I am very happy to own the place."
"By the way, did you see that girl again? ...Elizabeth." I asked.
"Elizabeth? .I don't know any Elizabeth, Edward."
"Yes, you know, from that night…the girl…the girl in the red dress…The one I…."
He cut me in the mid-sentence.
"Not Elizabeth, you bastard…Her name is Isabella…Isabella Swan. And yes, I saw her a few days ago. I tried to make it up to her, but she wouldn't even listen to me. She was still so furious. She didn't let me explain….and clearly, she hates you."
"I am so sorry, Marcus…I want to see her…I want to apologize…I have to do it…..Do you know where she works?"
"Sorry for you, Edward. The girl moved. I think to Montreal for a new job. I know she works for Newton Black& Associate…but I don't think it's a good idea to…"
"Marcus, I have to find that girl…I have to make amends…I know when I am wrong…I behaved like a fucking asshole and I want to talk to her. And she is in Montreal…Jesus Christ, I am moving to Montreal, too…I know where that company is…I'll go tomorrow to get more details…"
"Hope they will give you the information…I am not sure about that…Guess some of her fellow-employees know that you are a bastard…Good luck then."
"Maybe I'll have to use my charms. You know I can be irresistible…." I said, winking at him.
"You are one in a million…a great friend but a fucking asshole," he retorted back.
"So, Edward….Do you want to eat something? Are you hungry? You could try the Neapolitan pizza….It is the house specialty tonight."
"Okay, Marcus…I am starving….I only ate on the plane."
"And do you want another drink? What about an Italian coffee?"
"Sounds fine with me….the pizza and the coffee…"
And we continued to chat for awhile. I gave Marcus a double of my key, so he could go to the apartment while I was away. And around midnight, I left the restaurant, telling Marcus that I would call him from Montreal and maybe visit him in New York once in awhile. He kissed me again…those damn Italians… and I went back to my loft.
The next morning, as soon as I got up, I dressed and went to Starbuck to eat a muffin and drink a coffee. I was a bit nervous, because I had to go to Newton Black& Associate to get the information on Isabella Swan…I did not know if I would have a good or a bad reception…probably a very bad considering my misconduct towards Miss Swan.
I decided to walk to the company. The weather was cool, but it was a very beautiful sunny day. I could see white fluffy clouds in the sky, slowly moving like they were following a kind of rhythm of their own. The breeze was light, the air was crisp…it was a great day to be outdoors.
I had my Pittsburgh Penguins cap on and my Ray-Bans covering my eyes. I was kind of anonymous…lost in the crowd…nobody seemed to recognize me…so everything was fine.
Soon I was in front of Newton, Black& Associates…Jesus Christ the place was huge…All steel and glasses…I entered through the big steel doors and went to the elevator. Just next to the elevator, there was a big directory indicating that Isabella Swan's office was on the eleventh floor…Good…God was with me…they didn't have time to put the name of her successor on the board. I went into the elevator and reached the eleventh floor.
Now it was time to use my charms. My pretty, gorgeous face, my dazzling eyes, my sexy crooked smile…I had to give it my all…Bloody Hell…I felt like I was on a mission here…Hope it would be a Mission Possible…not a Mission Impossible…
I walked directly to the receptionist, and then she recognized me.
"Oh! Mister Cullen…You are Edward Cullen, aren't you?" she said in a trembling voice.
"Yes, I am."
"Um…well…What can I do for you?"
I know what you want to do to me or with me…but…that is not what I am here for…I thought inwardly…
And with my most velvety voice I asked, "I am here to talk to Miss Swan's former secretary." I looked the blond girl straight in the eyes.
"Ummm…erghhh….wait a minute, sir….I am going to fetch Miss King…Jessica Stanley, who was Miss Swan' secretary, is not here today. I'll get her assistant, Angela."
So far, so good. This girl did not seem to know anything about the fucked-up evening… me having been the one who had fucked-up the evening in question.
Then a beautiful dark haired woman walked towards me. She looked a bit surprised, a bit embarrassed and a bit angry.
"So, Carmen here says you want to see me….What do you want, sir…?" she said in a severe, cold voice.
"Can we go to your office, Miss? Please…I don't want to talk in the hall."
"Follow me, sir" she almost snapped at me.
Oh! OH! This wasn't going to be easy….my charms won't work with her.
She led me to her office and told me to sit down. I felt like a little kid in front of the principal.
"So what bring you here, sir?"
"You can call me Edward, Angela"? I said.
"No, sir…sir it will be and I am Miss King to you."
"Okay then, Miss King….I am here…um…" My own voice was shaking now,"…I am here for Miss Isabella Swan….I know she is not working here anymore but…"
Miss Angela King cut me in the mid-sentence.
"And what do you want from Miss Swan sir?" she said in a very furious voice now.
"I have to find her. I know by the tone of your voice that you know about the incident…and…"
"An incident…Mister Cullen…this is not just an incident…You treated her like a whore…you insulted her…and I…"
"Can you just listen to me, please? I know that…I know that I misbehaved…I know I was a fucking asshole…and a dirty bastard. Please just listen to me…"
"Okay, Cullen….I'll give you ten minutes, no more. Tell me why…tell me why you treated her like a slut?"
Then I began to tell her the whole story…Irina….the alcohol…the drugs…the conversation between the two designers in the washroom. I told her everything, didn't hide anything. I told her about my feelings about myself and my bad behaviour. I told her I was so very sorry, and she listened without interrupting me.
"Okay, Edward…I understand you…I know that you were in pain and very angry with your girlfriend…or ex-girlfriend. But it doesn't excuse your behaviour whatsoever. Even if the girl would have been an escort, it is still no way to treat a lady. To be a professional escort is a job, whether you approve of it or not…..it is none of your fucking business. Since you seem sincere, I am going to give you the information on Isabella. She is in Montreal now and you are going there, too…that's fine with me…I'll give you the address of the new company which is located in Montreal. From that point, you will have to find her by yourself… I am not giving you her cell number…or her new address. Find her…I don't even know if she will want to hear you. She is very angry with you…maybe I am going to lose a friend here…maybe she will be very furious that I gave you this information. But I will tell you, if ever you find Isabella and make amends to her, and if she accepts your apologies…and she becomes friends with you….I know Isabella… you are her type of man. But…if you ever hurt her again, I am coming to Montreal. And watch your balls, Edward, because…I will hurt you. Is that clear, Cullen? And I am very serious here. Isabella is my best friend and I hope she will remain…"Angela added in a severe voice.
"Okay, Miss King….I thank you very much…I just want to apology….I am serious here, too."
She took a piece of paper, wrote down the address, shook my hand and led me to the door.
Now it was my mission to find Isabella….Mission Possible….
BELLA
I enjoyed the ride all the way along. September was a nice month. It was a beautiful day. I kept the windows open, letting the perfumed air circulate in the van. It smelled of fresh- mown grass, wet leaves and woods…I'd always loved September…The last days of summer and the beginning of autumn…I loved seeing the metamorphosis of the leaves colours changing from soft green to deep emerald from light yellow to bronze gold from tender orange to flaming crimson and blazing purple. The landscape was so enchanting. And when the sun was letting its golden rays dancing across the leaves, it was a pure marvel.
There was calm, soft music playing in my van: Hans Zimmer's Da Vinci soundtrack, the Score, the soundtrack from Twilight by Carter Burwell, some Mozart, some Beethoven, some Debussy…all kinds of smooth or classical music. I was relaxing and enjoying my journey. My GPS was on and giving me the directions to follow to get to Montreal.
I was in no hurry at all. My thoughts wandered from one subject to the other. I thought about my dear friends, whom I already missed… I thought about my loving dad, Charlie, who was supposed to come to Montreal as soon as he had a weekend off…I thought about all the sweet people who worked with me over the past six years….I thought about Tyler, too…How nice he was in the beginning…how he changed when his teenager buddies moved to New York. He preferred his friends to me. Not that I was jealous. The only thing he was interested in was partying, boozing-it-up with friends, spending nights in bars, taking drugs and, I am sure, spending nights with girls. I was positive, because some nights after one of his drinking sessions, he would come back to the loft smelling like weed, alcohol and girl's perfume….and sometimes he had traces of lipstick on his shirt or sweater.
One night I had enough, I packed all his stuff…he was not living with me, but he had many clothes and others things in my apartment. I waited for him and told him to go and to never come back. I had my share of pain and anxiety, when he didn't even care to call me when he was out with his boys and was supposed to be spending the evening with me. I got tired of his excuses…I- promise- I'll change…meaningless, barbed words which were forgotten the next morning.
The vibrate setting of my cell interrupted my thoughts. I took a quick glance and noticed that it was a text from Robert…Oh…That man…He was so nice, so considerate, so clever and well-mannered and so beautiful…not as beautiful as fucking Cullen…why do I always think of the son of a bitch when I think of Robert?…
I liked being with him. I saw Rob twice…the first time at La Santa Fé…The second time at Muri Moto. Both of the evenings were fantastic. He was cultivated, interesting and very charming…and above all, so gorgeous….Not as gorgeous as Cullen….dammit…Cullen leave me alone…. Rob was very handsome.
Just before entering The Adirondacks, I decided to take the next exit to put some gas in the tank and to get a snack. There was a gas station nearby and a snack-bar, which was fine with me. I fuelled-up the car and went into the restaurant. I ordered a club sandwich, fries and a diet coke. While the cook was preparing my order, I checked my text and had a message from Rob.
September 13th
Message from Robert
Hi Bella
Hope you have
A nice trip
Be safe
See you in
2 weeks
Your friend
Rob xxx
That was so nice of him, sending this message. Just those few words showed how he was a considerate and charming person.
I texted him back.
September 13th
Message from Bella
Hello Robert
In 3 hours
I should be
In Montreal
I am always
Safe
Impatient to see
You in 2 weeks
Be safe
Your friend
Bella xxx
I took time to eat my club sandwich and to drink my coke. I picked up a magazine which had been left on another table. As I was flipping through the pages, I saw an article on… not him again…..the bloody bastard smiling, with that sexy smile again…why in the hell was he in every damn magazine…like he was stalking me…haunting me….hounding me…I don't know..
I closed the magazine abruptly and did not finish my meal either….feeling a bit nauseated. The mere sight of him made me sick…I paid my bill and went back to the car.
As I was putting my key in the ignition, my cell vibrated again.
It was a second message text from Robert.
September 13th
Message from Robert
Thanks for texting
I'm back
Send a message
When you get
To Montreal
Thinking of you
Your friend
Robert xxx
OH! God he was thinking of me…And I was thinking of Rob, too…Yes…you are thinking of the fucking asshole too….Why is that Bella? ....Cullen is a fucking jerk…Don't you know that? Why is he on your mind right now?…Oh…shut the fuck-up you and your damn fucking mouth…you the bitch in my head…Robert has nothing to do with the bastard…Okay…then…tell me why he is still in your head….you despise him maybe…and maybe you are attracted to him…Is he a magnet of some kind?....Oh! That's enough now….Leave me alone…Get lost…
I texted Robert back.
September 13th
Message from Bella
I'll send you
Another text
When I arrive
In Montreal
Thinking of
You too
Your friend
Bella xxx
Then I was on the road again. The landscape was still magnificent. I drove through the Adirondacks. Those mountains were so beautiful, full of colours and charms. It was magical. I passed Watertown and Thousand Isles. I was now on highway 401 heading to highway 40, which was the final road to my destination.
In one and a half hours, I was going to be in Montreal… as the GPS informed me. I was beginning to feel a bit tired and impatient to be in the city. I made another stop at a Starbucks, which was about 10 miles from the customs point.
Finally I arrived at the customs….There were only five cars in front of me. So it should go quickly.
It was my turn now. I showed my passport and answered the customs officer all the questions he asked me. I was an American citizen, moving in Montreal for a new job with the intention of establishing myself in the city…and with the intention of asking for a double citizenship since I was going to live there. As soon as all the data was in the computer, the customs officer gave my passport back, wishing me good luck and a nice stay in Canada.
I crossed the border, and finally I was in Canada, my welcoming newcomer land.
I drove straight to Montreal. The city was beautiful. Not as big as New York. New York was huge compared to this city. And there was traffic too…but in comparison to New York, it was almost deserted. And the people seemed less nervous behind the steering wheels…It was Sunday…so maybe during the week it would be more packed, but now it was okay.
The names of the streets, and the names of all the establishments, were almost all in French….sure French was the tongue most of the people spoke here. It looked so romantic…I did not understand all the words just the appellations sound poetic. Le Boudoir, La Vie en Rose, Fleur de vie, Le jardin exotique, Le Café de la Place…Le Théâtre des Trois Clochers….So beautiful….
There were also names in English. I saw a Starbucks, a Krispy Kreme, a McDonald's…is there a place in the world with no McDonald's? ….there were franchises everywhere…maybe not everywhere…but in a lot of places…
My GPS was now indicating Laval…5 miles, and I would be in the city…Good…I was impatient to get to the condo. I crossed a bridge, and I was finally in the town. My new city. It was a big town, too….part industrial….part residential. At first sight, I was quite impressed…I was now on Boulevard Des Laurentides…very near my own street.
Then I saw it "rue des Tilleuls"…It was a new development. I saw that some of the condos were still under construction…But, MY GOD….it was wealthy…Three condos per building…I looked for the address, and then it was there…my new place…2009…
I parked the van…My old 1995 black Chevy Van didn't seem to fit in here. Most of the cars I saw were expensive ones. But as far as I was concerned, I did not care. My van was precious to me. I turned off the engine and got out. My condo was at the ground level with a very large balcony in front. I took the key and opened the door. OH! Jesus-Christ, it was so spacious. From the floor to the ceilings….the walls …I am pretty sure…nine feet from the floor to the ceilings. It was all very modern with a huge fireplace in the living room….The kitchen was all-equipped with a central isle…nice place to cook. The bathroom was immense…two sinks….an immense vanity…a glass-enclosed shower…and a very big modern bathtub. The bedroom…wow….nothing compared to the bedroom I had at the loft…so huge…and there was a patio with French doors leading to another balcony at the rear. Just in front of the bedroom, was another room which would be my study….my desk and my computer were already in place….and just next to the study was another room….incredible…I could make this room a guestroom for my friends…I was clearly enchanted…There were lots of windows. All the rooms had French-glassed doors….It was all light….It was beyond my expectations…This was indeed a tremendous gift.
All the furniture was already in place. The moving company did a very nice job.
My boxes were in another room…a storeroom….I already loved this place…I walked from room to room again and again…Oh! I knew I would be happy here…September 13th…A date to remember….A day to remember….My new life was beginning.
A/N: End of chapter eight
Recipe of Adonis and Italian coffee
**Adonis ** Italian coffee
One and half oz. Dry Sherry One and a half oz. Amaretto
Three quarters oz. Sweet Vermouth Whipped cream
One dash Orange Bitters Coffee
Stir with ice and strain into Pour coffee over Amaretto
A chilled cocktail glass Top with whipped cream
Garnish with cherry
Hope you enjoyed the chapter….Bella and Edward will meet again very soon….Poor Edward…meeting Bella, who is still so furious. What kind of reception will he have??....I know….you don't….
Leave me some love and reviews…This story is yours now….And I am willing to share Edward and Rob….just so you know…Love you all….France xxx