When we get inside the office, Edwards assistant tells us he's taking a phone call in his office.

Rosalie smiles and takes me to the kitchen area where she pours us both a cup of coffee.

"So, you look a little young. How old are you?" Rosalie asks.

"I'm nineteen. Nineteen a couple months ago."

"Hmm, Edward is thirty. You're a little young for him, if you're trying to get in his pants," Rose remarks casually.

"What?" I cough out, choking on the sip of coffee I had taken. "No, it's not like that. Not at all."

"Okay," Rosalie says, holding up her hand in surrender. "Just wondering."

"I mean, you're okay with that? You're okay with him dating other women?" I wonder if they have an open marriage.

"Sure, I mean, it's not any of my business. Just as long as it's not Kate again."

"Kate?"

"Yeah," Rosalie sighs. "First class bitch. Edward has been so hung up on her but I don't think he's seen her in almost a year now."

"Wow. I mean, I don't know how I would feel about having my husband seeing other women?"

"What?" Rosalie yells, then starts laughing hysterically. I stare at her as she continues to laugh.

Is it one of those hysterical laughs where you're about to break down in tears?

"Rosalie?" I reach out and touch her shoulder, "are you okay?"

"I'm sorry. It's just...you think Edward and I are married?"

"Well...yeah. I mean, it makes sense."

"God, no. I was married to his brother for six years. We've been divorced almost one."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I offer.

"Believe me, Bella. Don't be," Rosalie scoffs. "Being married to Emmett was like having a child. Some people never grow up."

"So, what is it that you do?" I ask her.

Rosalie's face lights up. "Interior design. Esme, Edwards mom, started a little business a few years ago and she asked me to be a part of it. Edward's an architect, so we usually work on the same projects together."

"Oh, that sounds cool."

"It is. Speaking of which," Rosalie looks down at her watch. "I'm going to be late for a meeting with a client. Can you find your own way back?"

"Yeah," I tell her. "I'm fine."

"Okay, do you mind giving him these papers too? He asked me if I could pick them up for him." I take the papers that she holds out to me. "Thanks so much. Oh, here."

Rosalie goes through her handbag and pulls out a pen and an old receipt. "Here's my number. Let's do coffee or lunch sometime next week. Sound good?"

"Sure." I'm not sure if I'll actually follow through, but I hate telling people no.

"Great, It was awesome meeting you. Call me!" Rosalie says and walks out of the kitchen.

I'm left standing alone in the kitchen, still awkwardly clutching the pie and a mug.

I almost drop both of them when I hear a familiar voice. "Rose? You in here?"

So close. See you tomorrow.