Update: July 6 2016

BPOV

"Miss. Swan this is your room." Embry said opening a set of double doors.

"Please call me Bella." I told him.

"Mrs. Dunn prefers us servants to use proper names so I will have to call you Miss. Swan."

"Oh. Well thanks for showing me to my room."

I stepped into the room and could not help my jaw dropping at the sheer size of it. You could fit like three of my rooms at home inside of it and that includes my closet too. The room really reminded me of the room Daphne got at her dads house in the movie 'What a girl wants'. I wanted to run and jump on the bed like Amanda did in the move and run and jump on to the bed and did just that after Embry closed the doors. The bed was so heavenly that I never wanted to leave. I knew that I wouldn't be able to because Alistair was coming to get me for a tour of the house and the land that surrounded it.

I loved the garden at the back of the property. There was a small shed there that looked like a cottage instead of a house and Alistair didn't seem to know about it and told me it was likely a servants quarters in the 1800's when the home was originally built. I would defiantly be going back to check it out in the future.

APOV

Once I knew that Edward was on his way to meet his parents I turned my attention to planning the Golden Summer Ball. All though Twitter and Facebook are calling it the Cinderella Ball because it was well rumored that Edward would be picking a wife out of all the single females that would be attending. I have to admit that I call it the Cinderella Ball in my head because I just knew Edward would be meeting his one and only there.

Edward hated that this ball had to be throw and would rather just meet a girl the nice normal way. "Hell even Prince William met his wife while they were in college."

Uncle Carlisle is insistent that the ball be thrown because he does not (like the rest of us in the family) want James Witherdale to get his hands on the title or the family money (the reason he wants the title). I was working on the invitations when uncle Carlisle called me.

"Hello uncle," I greeted. "Is there something that you need?"

"How is the planning going?" He asked.

"It is going great I am working on the invitations now. Which reminds me I will need your list of people to include tonight at the latest so I can get them out on time to RSVP." I replied.

"I will get that to you when Esme and I return home. I have let you go Edward just arrived." He replied. "Good luck with the planning."

"I will Uncle C." I told him before I hung up and went back to working on the invitations.

JPOV

The Boscastle family was friendly and lived on a large working ranch not far from London. Mr. Boscastle held the title of Earl but made the majority of his living by training, breeding and boarding Horses. Sometimes he sold horses but that wasn't often since his wife and son often developed a close bond with said horses. And as far as I could tell the ranch looked like any other ranch I would see back home.

"How do you like the place so far?" Peter asked.

"It looks like home so I don't think I will be getting home sick anytime soon." I told him.

"Stuck here for three hundred and sixty-five days at least. Guess it's a good thing?"

"Yeah I just hope I will get to see Bella while I am here." I replied.

"Is Bella your girlfriend?" Peter asked.

"No, no Bella, she is just a friend. I'm not her type and she's not mine." I replied.

"Oh," Peter said. "What is your type then?"

"I tend to fall for small petite girls that almost look pixie like but the last one didn't end well and they can't look like a little girl for obvious reasons."

"Yeah you don't want to get arrested."

"So true."

"Peter, Jasper dinner is ready." Mrs. Boscastle said. "Peter can show you around later when he goes to take care of the horses."

I turned away from looking at the expanse of their ranch and walked inside. Peter followed me in after making sure the door was closed. Peter than led me into the dining room. The table was loaded down with a meal that was made by Mrs. Boscastle (all by herself) even though she was an Earl's wife.

I tried almost everything but stayed away from some kind of vegetable dish that smelled off to me. But as dinner went on I realized that Peter was the only one to eat from that bowl.

"You are a really great Mrs. Boscastle." I told.

She started to clean up the table. Peter and his Father left to talk to a client that had called about their horse.

"Oh it was nothing. I love to cook for my family. So why let someone else do it?"

"I see no reason."

"You are one of the few. The ladies in my bridge club think that I am crazy for doing something they deem of a lower class."

"My family isn't from nobility so I doubt I would even understand their point of view." I replied. "That and they are women."

"At least you admit it." Mrs. Boscastle said.

I helped her take the dishes to the kitchen. I had planned on helping her wash them but she shooed me out the door. Telling me that I was a guest and shouldn't have to work. I tried to argue that I would be staying a year but she didn't let me one word.