"I'm Rosalie, by the way. Rosalie Cullen."
Rosalie steps aside and ushers me into the house.
There's a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Edwards married.
I shouldn't care. I don't know why I care, but I do.
They're two beautiful people.
Rosalie has long, blonde hair and warm, blue eyes.
She's older and more sophisticated than me.
"Bella," I tell her.
"Okay, well, Bella. Why don't you just go sit down in the living room? I just need to run back upstairs for a moment." Rosalie points to the couch.
I nod dumbly and go sit down.
The house is nice, masculine. There's nothing that indicates a feminine touch or that a couple lives here.
No family photographs anywhere.
A few minutes later, she returns with a portfolio.
"Thank god I found what I needed. I swear, Edwards office is such a pig sty."
I smile awkwardly, not knowing what to say and follow her outside to a fancy looking Lexus SUV.
"So, how do you know Edward?" Rosalie asks once we start driving.
"I don't really know him," I tell her before realizing how wrong that sounds. "I walked into him in front of the house a couple weeks ago...I spilled his coffee all over him."
"Really?" Rosalie barked out a laugh. "And you're still alive to tell the tale?"
I shrugged. "He wasn't too mad, I think. He didn't want me to pay for his dry cleaning."
"Hmm, that's interesting. Definitely doesn't sound like the Edward I know. Most of the time he's just an asshole."
"Well, maybe he just has a lot of off days?" I feel the need to defend him. This is his wife and she's saying he's an asshole most of the time?
Rosalie shakes her head. "Anyways, what's with the pie?"
"Oh. This is for Edward. A thank-you-for-paying-the-cab-fare slash I'm-sorry-for-spilling-coffee-on-you pie"
"That's cute. Edward has a huge sweet tooth though, so I'm sure he'll like it."
I don't reply and silence fills the car for the rest of the ride.
It isn't until a little while later that we pull alongside the front of a house turned business.
"We're here."