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CHAPTER 4: The Dinner

Dark clouds start to roll in and I can feel small drops of water on my exposed skin. The city from the terrace still looks beautiful even with the shadows forming around it. This is probably the gloomy weather Aro was talking about that kept delaying their shoot. I suddenly wonder if they were on their way back to the villa. It is close to four o'clock in the afternoon and since there is no knowing what time they were going to return, I decide to unpack. I turn to march back inside when I hear the roar of an engine pull up and a small honk that follows after it. Hoping that it was Aro or Jane, I ran to the ledge to get a better look and braced myself back from running too fast. If I didn't stop myself in time I would have plummeted down from five stories. Why Aro didn't think to put someone like me on the ground floor where it was safer was beyond me.

I curiously examine the parked vehicle by the entrance. It was the same yellow Porsche I saw speeding around earlier while I was on the plane. A valet ran to the door and opened it for the driver. A small woman steps out with a silk scarf around her head wearing sunglasses. I couldn't really see her face but something about her looks familiar. She says a few words to the valet before giving him her keys. The small droplets of rain didn't seem to bother her while she stood there long after the valet had driven away with her car. She takes out a cell phone from her purse and stares at it, appearing frustrated about something. Maybe she missed a call or was waiting for a call? I continue to stare at her inconspicuously. This small woman finally takes off her sunglasses and tilts her head to the sky and smiles. If she looked but an inch to her left, we would have made eye contact.

"Alice?" I exclaim loudly, my voice giving off a small echo into the air. I couldn't believe it was her! I recognize her immediately. I knew her small frame looked familiar. I had never seen her car before and was amazed at her driving skills.

"Bella?" she stares back, squinting to make sure it was really me.

I wave down to her. "I'm coming down!" I see her run inside like an excited little girl on Christmas morning as I dash to the lobby to meet her.

"Alice!" I squeal, hugging her, when we finally collide into each other's arms for a hug. I feel like I hadn't seen her in ages. She squeezes me as tightly as I do.

"Finally! You're here!" she holds me back a bit so she can take a look at me. "I've been waiting for your reply all day!"

I open my mouth to say something and then quickly close it, giving her a baffled look. "What do you mean, 'Finally, you're here'? You knew I was…coming?"

Alice rolls her eyes. "Did you not read my email?"

I remember receiving it the night I decided to take my uncle's offer but forgot to read it after I called Jane. It was still sitting in my inbox marked as unread mail. "Sorry, I didn't get a chance to. I had to rush packing, find my passport, money, I even—"

"Fine, fine…" she stops me from continuing. "I get it," she sighs with her hands on her hips. She then suddenly smirks. "Well, if you read my email, you would have known that I was also in Volterra."

"I see that now," I look at her up and down, a smirk on my own lips. "But how? I mean…why?"

"That's a very good question. But, first, I need to get out of these clothes!" she makes a face at her appearance. "I've been wearing this outfit for half the day and I'm practically soaked!" I laugh at Alice's expression. She is like a tiny child pouting. She never likes being in the same outfit for very long, not when she has the ability to change into anything she wants. "C'mon, let's go up to my room!" her eyes sparkle at the thought. She takes me by the hand and gracefully tugged me upstairs.

I'm surprised that the room across from mine belongs to her. "I'm right on the other side," I tell her.

"Oh, I know," she keeps her smirk.

"What do you mean?" I eye her as she leads me into her room. It was similar to mine but her room has more of a brownish, cream and gold décor. And as usual she had her racks of clothes stationed to one side of the room with shoes of varying heights piled up neatly in rows.

"Since their closet space here was way too small I asked them to clear that side," she said as if she had read my mind. "There are a few outfits there for you, too. I was able to go shopping before you arrived."

"Okay, Alice," I shake my head, more confused than ever, "I still don't get what you're doing here and how you knew I was going to be in Italy. You said Europe but I never imagined Italy, let alone Volterra." I couldn't wrap my brain around it. Alice can also be so cryptic that it drove me crazy! She is the type to tell you on a need to know basis and most of the time, you didn't need to know. She keeps her little secrets to herself then tells you when she thinks it is appropriate. The little dark-haired girl can also sometimes blame it on being forgetful, but I know her better than that. Alice is very smart, cunning, and always has something up her sleeve. That's how she is.

"Fine," she quickly turns to face me. "You sit, while I change and explain," she about-faces toward her collection. She also wasn't shy about changing in front of me and strips out of her damp clothes immediately, leaving her bra and panties on with her back in my direction. It took a while to get used to, but she did it so often that I no longer paid it any mind. I find myself doing it in front of her unconsciously sometimes when I'd get ready at her place on those nights she likes to drag me out when Jasper is working late.

"Yes, please do," I make myself comfortable.

"I received a phone call asking me to dress and style the cast members for the movie Aro was directing, and since I know some of them personally, I couldn't say no. It also gave me the opportunity to visit Italy again. You know how I love their style here! One of the many great fashion styles begin in Europe. It was really last minute that's why I couldn't tell you until the night I was leaving." She pauses for a moment, walking back and forth with her finger pointing at the blouses that she was trying to decide on. "So, anyway, Aro said that he was thinking of inviting his niece to stay here while the filming was going on so that she wasn't stuck being home alone in LA and asked if I could keep her company. I said, 'Sure, why not!' since it'll be fun doing something with someone who wasn't busy on the set all the time."

"So…you knew I was his niece all along?" I ask a little guilty for not telling her. It wasn't that I didn't trust Alice I just didn't like talking about my uncle's career with people.

"No, not all," she shakes her head, "I would never have guessed—until he started talking about you."

"He talked about me? What did he say?" I lean forward into the seat. I hope Aro didn't tell her anything too embarrassing, not like she didn't already have any embarrassing stories of me to exchange with him.

Alice gives a short quiet laugh. "Don't worry. Your uncle adores you, so nothing too embarrassing. He just mentioned how you were living in the Northwest for a few years, a little uncoordinated, and works at the Starbucks on Embry Street. When he said those things, I got curious because it sounded a lot like you so I asked what your name was. At first he said, Isabella, so I dismissed the idea, but then he added that you prefer to be called Bella. I then yelled, 'Bella Swan?'" she laughs out loud.

"Did he fall out of his seat?" I ask laughing at her expression. She was wide-eyed with excitement showing through them.

"He was taken aback a bit," she chuckles, "turning pale. I told him how I knew you but never realized that you were related. He was ecstatic that we were already such good friends and I think that night is when he finally called you? I only got the chance to reply to your email telling you to get your butt over here after that, which apparently you never read," she raises an eyebrow. "But, nevertheless, I'm glad you're here," she smiles shortly after. Alice put on a pair of black shiny TOMS and sits down in the opposite couch from me.

"Listen, Alice, I'm really sorry for not telling you that he was my uncle—" I begin to apologize.

"Oh, don't worry about it," she waves away my worries. "I completely understand how you don't want people to look at you based on your uncle's fame. It's a smart thing to do. Living in LA, you'll meet all sorts of people wanting you for one favor or another if they think they can use you to get their foot in the door. Having a talented and famous relative can be a good thing and a bad thing—pros and cons. There's not one person in the States or even here in Europe who doesn't know who Aro Alexandros is. Alexandros?" Alice ponders on his name, "That doesn't very…Italian?"

"It's because it's not," I grin. "Aro's father is originally from Greece."

"Wait…so you're part Grecian?" she tilts her head to the side. "Interesting…"

"No." I shake my head with a smile. "My gram met his father in Santorini on a whirlwind romance and settled here in Volterra. But things didn't really work out between them so gram moved back to the States and eventually remarried, giving birth to my mom, Renee. Aro's father convinced my gram to let him grow up in Volterra to learn about their culture and the wine business he was running at the time. He had a lot of business dealings in England so they were there for most of his earlier years."

"Ah," Alice straightens her posture. "So that where the British accent comes from."

"Exactly. Gram knew how important his vineyard was so she agreed to let Aro live here until he was eighteen. Then, after that, Aro was to come live with her and her new family. He was excited to come to California—where my grandparents and mom lived at the time—because of all the action, romance, and western movies he watched while growing up. He knew it all happened in Hollywood and wanted to create movies like that so he enrolled in film school. He still travels here all the time to see how the vineyard is doing that he's left in the care of his employees that have been its caretakers for years."

"Wow…what an interesting background your uncle has. I never knew."

"So, what about you? I just realize I know nothing of your background," I say to her.

Alice starts to look uncomfortable. "Well, let's just say I come from a very talented family. We're all kind of in the entertainment and fashion industry, except for my father who is a doctor in Chicago, where I'm originally from."

"Do any of them live in California?"

"One of my brothers just recently moved to LA. The other has been there for a while like me. He was the first to move out. My mom floats around from place to place due to the demands of her job. My dad, since he's one of the top surgeons in Chicago, doesn't get a lot of time off, but my parents talk on the phone everyday or skype. After all these years, they're still very much devoted and in love with each other. They're really great, very supportive of everything we do."

"That sounds nice," I comment with a smile.

"But, enough about that!" Alice stands on her toes, "We're both here in Italy!" she squeals again, pulling me up off the couch to jump up and down with her. I wasn't as into it as she was, in fact, I just did it to entertain her, while I laugh at her childlike behavior.

"Alice?" someone's voice came through the door. We stop immediately to see who it was. Jane's head pokes through the door searching for her. "Bella!" she exclaims, letting herself in. She looks relieved to see me. "I came to check on you but you weren't answering the door. I heard voices in here and hoped this is where you were. I'm glad you found Alice."

"Don't worry, Jane! I'll take good care of her," my friend beamed.

"I'm sure you will," Jane gives her a small, amused laugh. "Have you settled in okay?" she asks.

"Yeah, just need to unpack my things."

"Okay, good. Aro is still looking at some other locations but he should be back in time for dinner. We're having a group dinner with the cast and crew tonight so I expect the both of you to be there. Especially you, Bella—your uncle has been waiting to see you. Alice, you remember that restaurant a few blocks down called Luna we had our pre-meetings at?" she asks her.

"Yes, I do. I'll bring Bella with me."

"Great. Please be there by 7 p.m. It's assigned seating so be sure to find your place cards."

"Are we sitting next to each other?" she asks in a hopeful tone, ready to look disappointed if we weren't.

Jane smiles at us. "Of course you are. I'll see you girls tonight."

After she leaves, Alice almost tears off my arm, dragging me to her clothing racks. "I have the perfect outfit for you!"

"Alice, no!" I whine. "It's too early for you to be trying to play dress up with me. I just got here!"

"Bella, you're in Italy now. I went and bought all these extra materials and clothes for you and I expect you to wear them," she looks me squarely in the eyes. "You're here for three months on a nice, long vacation, so relax and get out of your comfort zone a little! I won't take no for an answer, not this time. And I know you still keep the packages I've given you under your bed at home."

How did she know that? Alice folds her arms across her chest, unwilling to budge. I knew it was a battle I wasn't going to win so I sigh at my defeat. "Nothing too extravagant, Alice…" I request dryly.

A mischievous smile appears on her lips. "I'll see what I can manage."

We still had about two hours left until we have to be at the restaurant that Alice says takes about ten minutes to walk to. She gets ready first, changing again while barely being in her second outfit today while I take a shower in her bathroom. By the time I get to the living room she has all her accessories laid out. There is makeup, hair products, and hair tools and everything else in between, all in neat rows on the floor and on the dresser. "Alice…this is way too much…" I gawk at everything. I feel like I just walked into Sephora.

"Come, sit," she instructs. "We'll put your clothes on last so you can stay in the bathrobe."

"Nothing too crazy, Alice," I warn her again as I sit down.

She says nothing but roll her eyes at me. "Bella, I'm a professional. This is what I do for a living remember? Have you ever seen any celebrity that I've worked on or dressed looking less than perfect?" It may seem like a bold statement but not coming from her. She was good at what she did and everyone knew it.

There is also no mirror directly in front of me so I have no idea what she is doing. However, I am able to glance at the colors of the makeup she's putting on me, which are primarily light shades of pink and a hint of blue. "It's to make your eyes pop out a little," she explains. "The first thing everyone will notice will your big brown eyes," she smiles to herself. Next up was my hair. She dries it with a blow dryer and round brush and adds a few simple curls to give my brown hair some volume. After I've been dried, plucked and made over, Alice takes a step back to admire her work. "You look gorgeous, Bella!"

Her words make me nervous. I'm never one to wear a lot of makeup. I am afraid I was going to look too dolled up, but I told myself I have to trust Alice because she knows how to bring out people's best features with a single brush stroke. "Umm…thanks?"

Her cheerful smile drops. "Stop freaking out, Bella!" she rolls her eyes for the millionth time at me today. "Trust me, you'll love it! Now, we have to get you into your outfit." She walks to the end of the last rack and gives me a zipped up bag. "Here. Put this on."

"What it is?" I take the bag, wondering about its contents.

"Clothes…duh! Now, go change!" she pushes me behind a divider, the kind where women used to get dressed behind in their rooms. I know she doesn't want me changing in the bathroom because then I'd be able to see what I look like in the mirror and my appearance wasn't something she was ready for me to see. I throw the bathrobe over the top of the divider and change into the two pieces of material she gave me. It was a lot simpler than I thought. One was a thin, light blue, oversize shirt with a striped ruffle that started from the right shoulder and made its way down to the middle. The neckline is meant to be wide to have one shoulder exposed where the ruffle was. The next item is a simple pair of jean shorts that was folded once with the lining of the pockets sticking out. When I'm done dressing, Alice smiles and hands me a pair of gold gladiator sandals. "Perfect!" she claps excitedly. "Simple yet chic."

"Can I look at myself now?" I ask, getting anxious at all the fuss she was making.

She looks at her watch before answering me. "Yes, but we don't have a lot of time. We need to get to the restaurant."

I also glance at my watch as well and see that it was ten to seven. I gasp since Jane said not to be late. She is all about promptness, especially when it came to things she was in charge of. I was five minutes late for a ribbon cutting my uncle was doing once and she practically bit my head off. Even though I told her I saw him cut the ribbon from where I was in the parking lot, she didn't want to hear it, saying it wasn't the same as actually witnessing it…whatever that means. I ran to my room and almost tripped on the carpet but I caught myself in time before I did a face-plant, only bumping my knee on the chair. I didn't care about the bruise that I know was going to eventually form, and grabbed my purse then ran back to Alice's room. "We need to go!"

"Stop worrying, Bella. Everyone is running late," Alice replies, reapplying her lip gloss. "Stay still for a second."

"We don't have a second, we need to get going!" I tell her. "You don't know Jane." She grabs my cheeks with one hand, ignoring me, my lips pouting outward from my cheeks being squeezed in. "What are you doing, Alice?" I mumble in between her grasp.

"I said stay still for a second," she takes the same lip gloss she was using and applies some on me. "There," she smiles again, letting my face go. "Now we can leave."

I roll my eyes and walk out of her room, waiting in the hallway. "Any day this century," I sigh.

"You worry way too much, Bella," she sighs back, walking ahead of me after she locked her door.

"Like I said, you don't know Jane."

"Don't worry about Jane. I have a strong feeling that your uncle is running late and so is she," she says nonchalantly.

I slightly grin at her presumption. "I've never known Jane to be late. Being late for Jane is like you losing one of your sketches."

"Ha! Never!" she raises her nose high in the air. "I know where all my sketches are. I even keep an inventory of what I've drawn. But, I'm telling you—everyone is running late. Watch us be the first ones there."

"Whatever you say, Alice," I say skeptically and smile to humor her.

We arrive to the restaurant and are lead to one of their banquet rooms with two long, wooden tables in the middle that can probably sit close to forty people. Wine glasses, pitchers of water, silverware, napkins, various candles and flowers floating in bowls are placed on the tables as well. I turn to the hostess wondering where the rest of the party was. "Excuse me…is anyone else here?"

"No, signora," she answers. "You are the first ones. Signore Aro said he will be a little late but to seat his guests." She smiles then leaves us in the great room.

"See…told you," Alice smirks.

"How do you do that?"

"What can I say…it's a gift," she says proudly.

We tell the waiter our names and he gives us our place cards so we can sit in our designated areas. We are near the front of the head table sitting next to each other. More people start walking in, some Alice knew, so she got up and greet them with hugs. She introduces me as Aro's niece, receiving, 'Oh, so you're Isabella!' comments. I smile politely while I cringe inside my skin. "Just Bella," I have to correct them. All of them. Alice sees the slightly annoyed expression on my face that I am trying to hide so she makes sure to tell them that I go by Bella because I didn't know who this Isabella person was they keep referring to. And it was certainly not me.

"There she is!" Aro enters the room with his arms outstretched toward me.

"Uncle Aro!" I smile. I push my seat back to get up, knocking down one of the butter knives in the process. Alice discreetly moves any other sharp and breakable objects away from me at a safe distance, smiling at the crew, which was more of an apology on my behalf. I pretend I don't notice anything and stay focus on reaching Aro without tripping on myself.

"It is so good to see you!" he gives me a big hug. "Have you been introduced to everyone?"

"Yes, I have," I nod. "Hey, Jane," I greet her when she finally walked in.

"Hi, Bella," she sighs. She doesn't look very happy. "Aro, the other car is running late."

"Of course it is," he rolls his eyes. "I specifically told them to give themselves plenty of time to get ready."

"That's not the only reason why," she adds hesitantly.

Aro's face turns serious. "What is it now?"

Jane takes him away to a quieter part of the room but I can still somewhat make out what their conversation. "They were followed by the paparazzi and now the hotel is swarming with media."

"Perfect," he pinches the insides of his eyes. "The press conference is still two days away."

"I know I'm on it. I've sent extra security to the hotel and added some here in case they're followed."

"Good."

"You know they'll need to be relocated."

"Yes, yes, I know," he shakes his head. "We'll worry about that in the morning. Have they even left yet?"

Just then Jane's phone rang. "Hello…good…we'll see you soon."

"Who was it?" Aro asks.

"Emmett. They were able to sneak out through the kitchen area. They'll be here in a few minutes."

I stand there watching their conversation taking place, having no idea what was going on. Aro glances in our direction and I'm caught eavesdropping. My face turns pink. His smile indicates he doesn't really mind and finally returns to us. "Let's get seated, shall we?" he escorts me back to my seat with Alice in tow.

"What was that all about?" I whisper to Alice. Her elbows are propped on the table, her chin on her hands. I know she heard their conversation as well.

"Don't know?" she shrugs. "Must be the actors. They're staying at a different hotel—or villa—if that's what you want to call it. Theirs is much nicer than ours, though. They're about fifteen minutes away from here by car.

It makes sense that the empty seats directly in front of us are meant for them. The crew that entered was primarily sitting at the far end of the table. Jane is right next to Aro, sitting on the side of him, also across from us. We wait for a few more minutes, the room getting louder with individual conversations and laughter erupting. Alice is telling me about her adventures in Florence when a very tall, very burly guy walks in dressed in a plain white button up and black slacks. He looks like he stood about six-foot-five. "Emmett!" Alice bolts from her seat to hug him. He towers over Alice by nearly two feet. He is a handsome guy with dimples and slightly curly, dark brown hair, giving him a childish look. He appears to be more intimidating than Felix, I thought. I recognize him from the gossip magazine I was looking at in the car. He was the big bouncer-looking man that was photographed, covering the other guy in a jacket.

"Hey, baby sister," he picks her up with ease.

"It's about time you showed yourself!" she gives him a playful lecture.

"I know, I know," he rolls his eyes like it was a family trait. "It's not like my client makes things that easy for me. I've been trying to cover his tracks since we got here and that blasted picture…"

"I know, Emmett," she laughs sympathetically, putting a soft hand on his chest. "Oh, by the way!" she faces me, "Emmett, this is my friend, Bella. Aro's niece," she smiles.

"A pleasure to meet you, Bella," he extends his hand, which I shake weakly. My hand looks like a small child's compare to the size of his. It practically disappears once he takes it. He shakes it firmly but not enough to crush my bones. I picture my fingers all bent out of shape once he returns them to me. I stretch my fingers out under the table and continue to smile. "Alice has done nothing but talk about you on the phone and how excited she is that you're here. Well, that, and shopping," he chuckles.

"Funny," she hit him lightly on the arm. "Where's everyone else?"

"Right here," a woman enters the room followed by a few others behind her who were getting their place cards.

"Rosalie!" Alice smiles at her, also giving her a hug but with more composure. "It's great to see you."

"You, too. It's been forever," she squeezes her hand, less giddy than my friend. I stare at her in awe. I also recognize her from the magazine, the beautiful female that looks like a model. She was tall and statuesque with a beautiful figure, the kind you see on the cover of Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue or a Victoria's Secret catalog. Her hair is golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. She also seems like the type that made every girl's self-esteem evaporate just by being in her presence. I know because that's how I'm feeling at that moment as I slump into my seat.

"Rose, I'd like you to meet my good friend, Bella. Bella this is Rosalie Hale," Alice introduces us, "Jasper's sister."

I politely reach my hand out to her, which she slowly takes into hers and barely touches like I have some sort of contagious disease. She looks me up and down before half-smiling at me. "Hello. Alice has done nothing but talk about you," she says flatly. I wasn't sure if she meant it as a compliment or if she was annoyed that all Alice did was talk about me.

Emmett wraps his arm around her waist and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Let's go sit down," he says, moving her along to the two farthest seats that are still empty. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Don't mind Rosalie," Alice whispers when she finally sits back down. "It takes a while for her to warm up to people. She's very narcissistic and self-centered, but she's extremely loyal to friends and family…once you get to know her. People describe her as a woman with beauty, elegance, and class. She and Jasper come from a wealthy family so she's used to getting what she wants."

"So, her and Emmett…"

"Yeah, they've been together for like…forever," she says.

"Emmett talked about a client? Is…that Rosalie? Is she the actress?"

"Oh…no," she chuckles softly. "You would think Rosalie would be an actress with her looks, but she's not very good at portraying anyone but herself. Emmett's an agent and Rosalie is a publicists. Regardless of their busy schedules, they can still see each other because they work for the same client."

"Oh…I see," I nod. Alice proceeds to explain that the others who sat down are named Jessica Stanley, Mike Newton, Riley Biers and Angela Weber—fairly unknowns in the entertainment business. Jessica Stanley is the lead actress and the other three play supporting roles. There is only one seat left that I notice is empty right across from me. I assume it belongs to the lead actor who still hasn't shown up. I wonder what's keeping him.

"Emmett?" Aro raises an eyebrow at him.

"I'll go find him," he rolls his eyes, putting the napkin that was on his lap back on the table.

"He's always late," Alice rolls her eyes like her brother, taking a sip of water.

A few minutes later Emmett comes back. "He was just signing some autographs. He's right along."

"Good…ah, there you are!" Aro finally looks relieved. Everyone turns their attention toward the doorway.

"Sorry, everyone, I didn't mean to hold up dinner," he says apologetically, walking directly to the last seat at the table.

My breath catches short in my throat and my jaw suddenly feels heavy as I gape at him with my mouth open. My eyes were also open wider than they have ever been. I have to make sure what I was staring at wasn't an illusion. It was the boy I spilled my peppermint soy latte on at Café Twilight. Never in a million years would I have imagined that I would run into him here—in Italy, of all places! It feels like one of those weird, rare coincidences. Alice elbows me to snap me back to reality as she takes another sip of water. She clears her throat and pretends to adjust her napkin, smiling politely at me, which doesn't reach her eyes. Her eyes are yelling at me to keep it together.

I finally close my mouth and swallow the dryness in my throat. I reach for my water and practically guzzle it down. He sits down smoothly, not paying attention to anyone in particular, putting his place card in front of him. It read, Edward Cullen. He finally looks at me after he scoots his chair in giving me a crooked grin that almost had me fall out of my seat.

"Now everyone is here, we can begin," Aro smiles at the table. "Please order whatever you like, even drinks. This dinner is just a small token of my appreciation to each and everyone one of you. I hope that we will come out with a successful movie. Buon divertimento! Enjoy!"

I can't look directly at this gorgeous man before me. He is wearing a light blue, button up shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned exposing his chest hair, dark jeans, and a pair of white Adidas rod laver shoes with blue trimmings. He has a slight preppy look to him tonight. His hair is also a prefect mess on top of his head like it was when we first met. I can feel his eyes on me as I distract myself with my silverware and napkin. I try looking at the menu but my eyes keep glazing over the words. I'm not even sure if it's in English. I just can't concentrate. My face also feels flushed.

Alice's hand is suddenly on my knee, startling me. She squeezes it gently as I look at her. She smiles at me and then turns her eyes to him. "Edward, this is Bella. Bella, this is Edward. He's lead actor in the movie."

"Hello, Bella," he keeps his palpable smirk on me. "It's a pleasure to meet you…again, especially now that I know your name." He reaches over the table to shake my hand. I'm hesitant to touch him in case I fall apart and faint.

Him and Alice are waiting for me make my move. I straighten myself and smile as friendly as I can, hoping no one could hear my heart pounding like drums in my chest. I reach over to connect with his hand to say, 'Hi, Edward, nice to meet you,' when my hand knocks over his glass spilling water onto his lap before I can even mutter the words out. Everyone froze to stare at the incident as I died from embarrassment.

Author's Note: Haha. Funny ending, huh? Please don't forget to review!