Chapter 7 – SPOV

As I met the women's gaze she went paler than she was before and her mouth opened in disbelief. The man next to her who I assumed was her husband put his hand around her waist protectively and followed the direction she was looking in, until his gaze also rested on me.

I looked down, embarrassed but thousands of thoughts were running through my head. Who were these people? Why were they here? Why did I think I knew them? Why did they look exactly like the people in my dream, only now without the baby? I was confused and I think they were too. I started to feel dizzy and the room span. My mouth was dry, and my body was numb in shock. But shock of what? Was there something my body knew that I didn't? Was that even possible?

"Savannah, Sana, are you listening to a word I've said?" Bella asked pulling me back to reality.

She was staring at me strangely and Harry looked slightly uncomfortable.

"No," I blurted and she rolled her eyes.

"Well, that's the designer Rosalie McCarty and her husband who is some sort of banker," she told me for what must have been the second time.

"Huh?" I said utterly confused as to why she would be here staring at me.

"Savannah you know who she is! One of the world's leading designers; has Kate Moss and Cheryl Cole on speed dial. Makes gorgeous clothes, and always has the most amazing fashion shows in which she tends to participate. Oh come on, she's in like every magazine all the time!" she said exasperated.

"Yes, I know who she is, but why on earth is she here?" I whispered.

"Well how should I know? I'm just as clueless as you, but she must have a reason. Maybe she wants to organise a charity event to raise money for us, or felt it was part of her duty to visit abandoned children," Bella said trying to be reasonable.

"Yeah, but don't you get the feeling you've seen her before?" I asked, trying to recall why she was in my dreams and if I knew her.

"Um, yeah, in magazines, on television you know," Bella said her gaze growing more and more concerned as the time went on.

"But Bella she looks so like the woman in my dreams, so why is she here?" I asked once again.

"You've probably seen her face so much you started fantasising about having a mother and that she was perfect like Rosalie McCarty and that's where your dream evolved from," Bella said trying to speak some logic into this absurd situation.

I looked up once again and the couple and saw they were having a hushed discussion like that which Bella and I had just been having. As Bella opened her mouth to speak again I put a finger to my lips as I strained to hear what they were talking about.

"Emmett, it can't be can it?" Rosalie whispered, with tears in her eyes.

"Rosie, I don't know. I'm as baffled as you are as about everything," Emmett whispered kissing her forehead tenderly.

"Oh Em, what have we gotten ourselves into? What was the possibility of us coming here and it being the right place?" she asked.

The right place for what I thought as he tried to console her once again. Miss Macey was stood there looking awkward and she must have seen Harry looking highly uncomfortable as she motioned for him to leave. I wish she'd do that to me. I wanted to get out of here, into the fresh air where I could clear my head and make sure wasn't going mad due to the heat.

Assessing the current situation, Miss Macey came over to Bella and me, leaving the couple in the doorway and stood in front of us.

"Girls do you want to go outside for a bit and I will see to our guests," she said granting my wish.

"Yes, we'd love too!" I said standing up.

"Savannah, sit down. We need to talk to Miss Macey," Bella said fixing me with the look that I knew not to argue with.

"What is it girls?" she asked bending down to our eye level and looking at us like we were one of the toddlers who had thrown paint at the wall.

"Well, you see we were wondering if that was Rosalie McCarty and her husband, and if so why they have come here of all places," Bella told her sounding rather diplomatic.

"Now girls, what I'm going to say must be kept private between the two of you as it is a rather confidential matter," she said looking at us both as we nodded our consent.

"You see that is the said people, but they're here not to use us as a charity project or duty, but because they want a sister or brother for their twins. Mr McCarty has said that their girls would love someone of a different age to play with them and they were hoping for an older child as they don't have the time for a baby with work. They also said that if they wanted a baby they could have had one, but Mrs McCarty couldn't take the time off of work to allow her to look after a baby," Miss Macey said, blushing slightly at the point where she spoke about having children.

Everyone knew Miss Macey was brought up in a convent with nuns and found that particular subject quite atrocious, so she decided to devote her life to other people's children whom they couldn't care for.

"So, they're looking for someone older who is responsible?" Bella asked slightly confused by the whole affair.

"Yes, and it seems Mrs McCarty is quite particular about the child she wants, so she must have taken a shine to one of you, if it has caused this reaction in her," Miss Macey told us.

"So it's ridiculous that we could have met them before?" Bella asked referring to me but including herself.

"Well..."

"Excuse me, could I interrupt?" a voice said from behind Miss Macey.

We all jumped and blushed as we turned around to see it was the McCarty's who we were just discussing quite intimately for strangers.

"Why yes," Miss Macey said composing herself first.

It was the woman who had spoken and she approached us with her husband's ever present arm still around her waist as if he were the only thing holding her up.

When she opposite us she stopped and looked at her husband who nodded and kissed her temple as she turned back to face us.

"May I ask what your name is?" she asked looking at me with her intense sky blue gaze.

"Um, it's...its Savannah. Savannah Karlie," I replied looking at Bella for support.

She took a deep wavering breath before a single tear rolled down her cheek. The man's grip tightened as she turned once again to look at him.

"My baby," she whispered softly as the tear splashed onto the floor.

I hope you enjoyed this! Did anyone watch the X Factor last night? I'm sooooo glad it's back, it make Saturdays that much more exciting from now until Christmas! Thank-you for reading and please review, XxX