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Chapter 4

BPOV

I cringed as the stylist pulled my hair harder that I anticipated. She quickly apologized as I smiled and informed her it was no big deal. She seemed shocked by this and carefully went back to fixing my too thick mane, a bit more careful this time. She must've been used to those divas who threw a fit if they got pulled accidently…

Having my hair done was something I was used to on set; though most plays require tons of hairspray and volume to look good on stage, mine was being styled into natural looking curls. The makeup artist had lined my eyes with dark brown liner and did a natural glow for the rest of my face. I was wearing an Oscar De la Renta white Strapless bustier with black floral detail and black pants, Alice (who became my stylist— more like I was forced to wear the things she threw at me and I don't pay her a single cent) had put me in. At least she let me wear my Gucci strappy sandals with a low heel. I can't have my clumsy-self falling on live TV…

Today I'll be doing an interview on Betty's Nightly Joe to talk about the play I was currently in and I was told that it'll be more personal than the promotional talks I did with the cast as my fan base grew each day. To say I was shocked would be the understatement of the century.

After I've been deemed eligible for live television, the coordinator settled me to a waiting room. I decided to do my pre-show breathing exercises to get me through the show. This would be my first solo interview and I was nervous as hell. Realizing that, I can't help but look back on how much my life has changed in the past 4 months.

After Eleazar, the director of Twilight, cast me for the lead role of Sarah, everything seemed to zoom past me at a lightning speed. Word got out that a newbie was brought in to play the damsel of a gorgeous vampire and people buzzed with both excitement and criticism. My social media accounts' followers skyrocketed as teasers of Twilight were released to the public, not to mention the amount of attention I got everything I was out in the streets. Endorsements came all too soon as well.

The first show a month ago was a success and we're anticipated to run for at least 6 months due to the number of tickets being sold for each show. I couldn't believe my stars on how blessed I was with this play.

I was soon called to stand-by as the host of the talk show— Betty and Joe— briefly introduced me to the audience. A series of images from my rehearsals, my stills from my small projects and even pictures of my childhood in forks. Why did dad have to give them the one with my two front teeth missing…

On cue, I walked out to the set and waved to the audience. Betty and Joe stood up to greet me and we settled down on the comfortable coach.

"Thank you for being here, Isabella." Betty smiled. She was a very pretty woman with a head of blonde curls and a charismatic smile.

I grinned back. "Thank you for having me, Betty and Joe."

"So tell us, Isabella. How's working with Eleazar? Your cast-mates?" Joe asked as he sipped from his mug, looking every bit of the critical balding talk show host that he is. An image of the whole cast was then shown on the big screen behind us. It was a wacky shot with me putting bunny ears on riley and him on me. I smiled at the memory as I thought of my answer.

"Well, it's been a dream really, Joe. They're all teaching me the ropes on being in a bigger production. Eleazar has taught me so much and has continued to do. He challenges me to be better and I try to strive for that…. I feel like, though I'm still new to starring in Broadway, that I've come a long way as an actor because of him. And then there's Riley, who plays Ethan, who has been so patient with me." And I mean that in the most honest way…

"Oh you are too humble, Isabella! All the critics are raving about your performance!" Joe all but shouted to the heavens. The audience clapped and hooted as I felt myself blush.

"Your first show back in June was quite the success. Twilight is sold out all the way to September, and its only July! How must that feel, Isabella?" Betty followed up as the audience quieted down.

"Wow, you can't imagine how happy I was of how well received Twilight was. We added another performance every Saturday so we're now doing 6 runs a week with a break on Mondays and Tuesdays. I'm deeply touched by the support given to the production. The cast and I worked hard to give a worthwhile performance."

After a couple more questions on the reception of the movie and a hilarious story of the casts' antics, I sensed the personal questions coming…

"So, Isabella! I'll get straight to it; right here, right now…. Are you and Riley Briers an item?" Joe asked as he crossed his legs and leaned closer. The anticipation was a bit nerve wracking…

"I would have to say…."

I could've sworn everyone held their breath.

"…we…. are not an item, joe. I'm not dating anyone as of the moment actually." Riley and I have grown seriously close actually… as friends only… I wouldn't jeopardize that by starting a romantic relationship with him..

"But a source tells us that dozens of flowers are religiously delivered every night to your dressing room? That's some admirer then... And don't tell me you haven't seen the #IsabellaGoals on Instagram yet?" Betty arched her perfect eyebrow in curiosity. "You've gone viral again just yesterday after Daniel Radcliffe shared a lovely picture of you.." They then flashed Daniel's tweet; It was a picture of me taken from the side while looking at my reflection on the mirror as I combed it— The image was for my Pantene Campaign. His caption was: Beautiful beyond belief. A fan of this rising star.

To say I'm as red as a tomato now would be an understatement.

"I can honestly say that I have no idea where they're coming from. I would love to thank whoever sent them personally, but they don't even come with a note." This is actually false. Every bouquet came with a note. I quickly hide it as soon as they're delivered at 8:15 pm on the dot for the past month.

"And Daniel was just being kind. I would like to focus on my career before anything else anyway." I finished at that.

"Well I would love to sit here and chat but we've run out of screen time. Again, we have the beautiful Isabella Swan. You can catch her as Sarah in Twilight showing at the Gershwin Theater on Broadway. Good night, everybody!"

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An hour later, I'm finally being dropped off by Angela – my assistant, and our hired driver for the night. As I walked up the entrance of the brownstone I lived in, I took a quick look around, sensing someone was watching me. I've been having these feelings for the past 3 or so months now, though its not alarming like I'm in danger or anything; but more like someone is watching my every move… Must be the paparazzi as Alice advised.

I took out my keys and opened the main gate…I could hear some noise coming from the inside. Familiar hisses and squeals…

With a roll of my eyes, I open the main door and found myself staring at the wide eyes of Alice Whitlock and Rosalie Hale. My main foyer was decorated with balloons and even had a tarp that said: YOU DID GREAT, BELLA!

"OH MY GOSH! She's here!" Alice squealed as she rushed towards me and gave me one of her signature hugs. In the 4 months I've known her, her excitement about everything is still such a shock to me, in a good way of course.

"Give poor Bella some space will yah?!" and the unmistakable attitude of Ms. Rosalie Hale is another comfort too.

I look at the both of them and gave them a big hug, thankful for having such great friends. "Thanks for coming, guys. I thought I'll be spending tonight alone. How about some food? Chinese? I'm starving!"

After quickly catching up on how the interview went behind the scenes, we ordered some stir-fry shrimp and rice for a late dinner. We ate as we gossiped, painted our nails, and eventually had too much wine for our own good.

"So Bella…. I actually wanted to set you up with somebody. He's a huge fan of yours. He's into music!" a tipsy Alice suddenly vocalized, pouring more wine into her glass. I lost count on how much she had to drink…

"You know I'm not into dating, Ally. And besides, I might just embarrass you…." I was actually afraid to start dating. I mean I've been on a few friendly dates this past year— ok it was just two— than I ever had during my college days, but I guess my heart was still closed off…

"Whaaaat. You can't honestly think that, Bella! You're smart, you're beautiful inside and out, and you're famous now! No one one would think twice about dating you, crazy! " She shook me as she said this. Damn that girl is strong for being so small.

"She's right, Bella. You gotta get over this thinking you have. That guy from your childhood won't just magically appear and try to woo you back anytime soon. Its time to live your life, girl!" Rosalie proclaimed as she bounced to the beat of the music we had playing. Yes, Rosalie knows. She managed to get it out of me when I got drunk on wine coolers last year.

A flash of green eyes behind heavy black frames appeared in my head…

"Alice has Jasper, and you know I started dating her brother last month— " As Rosalie said this, Alice was mouthing 'More like fucking'. I laughed out loud which earned me and Alice a death glare from Rose.

Rosalie continued after "Point is, we just want you to be with someone. We want you to be happy… And not so sexually frustrated" I frowned at that. Did my looks scream innocent Virgin enough for the world to know?

"I don't know if— " I started but was cut off by Alice. "Enough with the excuses, my bell! You wouldn't know until you've tried. Whoever this childhood guy is has probably moved on already….Just say yes! If you don't like him, just send us a text and we'll be right over to get you." Man, Alice was laying it on thick..

I sighed and found myself nodding. I bet Alice and Rosalie's squeals can be heard all away across town.

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As Alice and Rose had the time of their lives playing Bella Barbie, I scowled and look straight at myself in the mirror. Though I have to commend them for how I look tonight. They had my hair down in thick waves and let me dress in a long midnight blue backless piece and a pair of silver pumps (A.K.A death traps). Alice did a Smokey-eye on me and Rosalie completed the look with a glossy mauve lip.

I sighed as I took a quick glance at my secret admirer's bouquet of flowers— deep red carnations… this time it had no note.

It was 2 days after I said yes to Alice's blind date. She told me it was a complete surprise and the guy was taking me out to dinner after my Saturday show which ended at 8 pm. We'll be meeting at Daniel at 9 pm tonight.

As Rose and Alice finished up, I started to fix my dressing table so its well organized for tomorrow's show and put on my coat.

"So there's a limo waiting for you outside, Bella. He'll take you to the restaurant." Alice informed as she re-touched her make up for a date across town with her husband.

I nodded nervously, not sure if I should I go ahead with this. Maybe I could make a run for it, Riley did invite me to get some burgers earlier…..

"I know what you're thinking right now, Bella! Don't even…" Rosalie hissed. I put my hands up in surrender.

"Stop being such a scaredy-cat, Bell. I have a good feeling about this." The glint in Alice's eyes was enough for me to not argue any further.

Once it was time to leave, we took the back entrance of the theater and just like Alice said, a luxurious black Lexus with the driver holding the door open was waiting for me. "Go get em', girlie" Alice all but pushed me forward.

I gave them a weak smile and proceeded to the town car. Soon we were on our way to the meeting place and after a couple of minutes, I felt the car stop in front of a posh building. I've never been in this side of town before…

The driver opened the door and offered a hand to help me out of the car.

As I stepped out of the Lexus, I saw some high profile looking people coming out of the establishment with irritated looks on their face; It was then a waiter turned the door sign from open to close.

"Uhhh…. Are you sure we're in the right place, mister?" I asked the driver. He gave me a warm smile and nodded for me to go straight ahead. "Well thank you then." I waved as I proceeded to enter, expecting to be turned away.

"Miss Swan, welcome to Daniel. We have your table ready at the back. Sir is waiting." A man who I assume to be the Maître d gave a small bow as he greeted me by the entrance. An elderly Gentleman was beside him and greeted me in a similar fashion.

I was too stunned to speak so I gave him a small smile in return. I passed my coat and walked further in the strangely empty restaurant.

"My name is Rupert, Madame. Right this way if you would be so kind." It was the elderly gentleman who spoke as he led me to the back of the restaurant; which I now took a good look at. All the windows had the curtains down and the light had a luxurious dim to the room. The marble floors complemented the French gray walls and random chandeliers here and there…It was elegant as expected but I felt my heart race as I noticed that there were no tables in sight.

We made our way toward the middle and it was there that I spotted the lone table where I assume we'll be dining tonight.

On that table, a man sat with his back towards us. He was still as a stone sculpture, and I squinted my eyes trying to get a better look at him. Even with his back turned, I could see the definition of his muscles behind his well tailored suit. He had slicked back hair which I could've sworn looked like copper from where I was.

As we were about 5 feet away, the man who sat stood up.

It was like everything was in slow motion or actually, it felt like the earth slowed its movement altogether. And as I met the green eyes that have consumed my mind since I was a teenager, my heart stopped.

No way….

"Good evening, Bella… I've been waiting for you." The voice that came out of his mouth was so achingly similar yet totally different from how he sounded before.

"Edward?"

He gave me a crooked smile… the one I've longed to see... but this time he had no braces.

I found myself smiling back as I see him holding the very same deep red carnations I've received just an hour ago..

It's him… It's him…

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Author's Note: Eeeeeek! The stars have finally aligned.

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