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Hi guys!

I'm back with a new story taken from my Wattpad library. This was originally posted as "Sentiment War" and the best way to describe it is: Twilight meets Pride and Prejudice and set in Pearl Harbor. This story will be going through some heavy editing as I'm reposting this so this version will definitely be different from the original, like the name for example. I just feel like Love & Pride fits so much better given the route the story will take.

Also, I'm not an expert on World War Two or Pearl Harbor. While I'm trying to be as accurate as I can, there will probably still be some inaccuracies and such. Just a fair warning.

I'm planning on updating two times a week given how much editing this story is going through, so updates will come every Monday and Friday.

So, without further ado, let's dive in!

July 30, 1941

Bella

I slipped my last hairpin, pinning my hair to the sides of my head as it fell in brown waves over my shoulders. The girl who was in her nurse uniform stared back at me in the mirror, nervous and possibly terrified. Terrified of leaving her hometown. Terrified of the war that was going on on the other side of the Atlantic. Terrified of the unknown.

I was leaving Forks today, the only place I've ever known. The place where I felt safe and connected to. I'd be leaving my parents behind and while it was all for a good reason, a reason that made everyone look at my sister and I as if we were heroes, I still felt that ache in my heart.

If it'd been up to me, I would never have chosen to leave Forks.

But it wasn't up to me. It was up to my father and if there's one thing I knew about Charles Swan, it was that once he set his mind to something, then nothing would stand in his way to achieve it.

My father was a proud, proud man. He fought during the First World War, barely survived according to his stories, and he's carried our family through the Great Depression. He was strong, he was strict, he was determined and he was a leader. A leader who wasn't blessed with sons, but two daughters instead. I'm sure if Alice and I had been born boys, we'd be going to Pearl Harbor as soldiers instead of nurses.

"Izzy!" Alice ran into my bedroom, hopping with excitement. "Hurry up now! We have to be at the train station in an hour."

"I'm coming, Alice." I stood up from my vanity, taking the last of my belongings and tucking them away in my suitcase. "Are you all packed?"

"Please, I've been packed for a week," Alice said, as she shrugged her coat on.

To everyone in Forks, Alice was the older, much prettier sister with her short wavy hair that reached the underline of her jaw, her beautiful hazel eyes and the grace she carried herself with. As isolated as we were growing up, she had the spunk and personality of a celebrity that made many love her almost instantly. I was the opposite of my sister. I was quiet, reserved and not half as pretty as she was.

"Also, Aunt Jane and her son are here to say goodbye."

I pretended not to see the smirk on my sister's face or the way she wiggled her eyebrows at me as I took my own coat and put it on.

"Then we shouldn't keep them waiting," I said, nonchalant.

Our parents were in the living room taking their tea with Jane Vulturi and her son, Marcus Vulturi. Marcus, the ever gentleman, quickly stood and took my suitcase from me as soon as we walked downstairs.

Marcus Vulturi was a handsome man. Tall, blonde with water blue eyes and a slim nose. We've known each other since we were children. We grew up together. His father fought in the war with mine. He died when Marcus was only two years old and since then, my father took his mother and him under his wing. Jane and her son have been an ongoing presence in our family our entire lives, which is why we called Jane aunt even though there was no blood relation between our families.

"Izzy, I was hoping you'd be fine if my son accompanied you and your family to the train station," Jane said. Her blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun at the base of her neck. Her blue eyes narrowed, almost waiting for my protest. "He'd like to be there to say goodbye before you girls take off."

"Of course." I forced a smile. Alice snickered next me and I slapped her hand.

Everyone in Forks knew that Jane wanted nothing more than for me to marry her son. I've been aware of this fact for as long as I've had a conscience, being constantly paired with him in family activities, having him being sent with me alone to run errands, family pictures, etc. That's not to say he was a bad choice for a husband. Any woman would be lucky to be married to Marcus. He was a gentleman, caring, and respectful, all a humble man should be. But he didn't incite any feelings in me that weren't friendship. I couldn't imagine a world where we could be paired together and actually be happy.

"Well, in that case, we should start leaving. The train will be leaving soon and you do not want to miss it," Father said.

Alice and I nodded. Marcus took both of our suitcases and walked out to my father's car, the rest of us following close behind.

Jane gave Alice a quick hug, wishing her good luck while we were away before turning to me. She lingered longer while hugging me and when she pulled away, she cupped my face between her hands.

"Stay away from the soldiers, okay my dear?"

"Oh, uh… okay?"

She smiled and patted my cheeks, stepping back, almost as if she was proud of herself for her comment.

Unfortunately, our seating arrangement in the back of my father's car left me sitting between Alice and Marcus. The tight confines of the car had us squished together and as Marcus adjusted himself in the back seat, his leg pressed against mine, Alice snickered once more. I pinched her.

"Ouch, Iz! What was that for?"

"What was what for?" I raised a brow, feigning confusion.

"Girls." Our father reprimanded, looking at us through the rear view mirror.

That hard glare and raised brow was enough for Alice and I to remain silent for the rest of the ride to the train station.

The war in Europe had been going on for two years and our father came to the conclusion it would be a great idea for my sister and I to go serve our forces.

"You might as well do something of value there than here," he'd said to us.

We didn't complain, of course we didn't. Just like our mother, all my sister and I ever wanted was to keep our father happy.

Our mother was a nurse at Forks Hospital and we studied under the same teachers that had taught her. We were prepared to serve the men who served our country, even proud of ourselves, but not even being a part of something that big made our father feel any kind of hint of pride toward us.

Our father had very strict rules when we were growing up. We were not allowed to talk during dinner or leave the house without him. Our dresses always had to be below our knees, if any of them were just an inch shorter then we earned a good spanking. Our manners had to be perfect and we had to be respectful at all times. We weren't allowed to have any friends, even after we were homeschooled. The only reason why he didn't confine us with household duties was because he believed we should be of some use for something other than washing dishes, which was why he didn't object when my mother brought up us going to nursing school after we graduated. It just had to be in Forks.

We have been under his wing and watchful eye our entire lives, but as of today, we were finally going to be on our own.

As strict and soul crushing my father was, the only thing that kept me from completely hating him was his obvious love and devotion toward my mother. That was his only saving grace. It gave me hope. Perhaps if he was able to love my mother as much as I could see that he did, then perhaps he could one day show that kind of love towards me and my sister. Perhaps one day, if we made him proud enough, he'd be open to express that love.

We arrived at the station with enough time to spare. With our tickets in one hand and our suitcases in the other, there was nothing left to say other than goodbye.

Marcus gave me a quick hug, and to my utter shock, a kiss on the cheek. Marcus' cheeks had a hint of red when he pulled away. I was surprised my father did not act out by his action. If anyone else would've tried something like that in front of him, there would've been no holding back his rage. But of course, this was Marcus we were talking about. A quick look toward my father told me everything I needed to know. He was the exception.

"I'll be eagerly waiting for your return," Marcus said, low enough for me to hear. "I'll write to you often and I want to hear about everything you do over there. Just please, be safe. I hope you will come back home soon."

I swallowed the tight knot that formed in my throat and forced a smile.

"Thank you, Marcus. You're really sweet."

Luckily, my mother stepped in and saved me by hugging me tightly.

"I love you. We'll see you soon, I promise," she said, her voice breaking.

"I love you, Momma," I said, kissing her cheek. "We'll see each other soon."

Our father stepped forward. His eyes hard and devoid of any emotion, his thick brows were furrowed together and his lips pressed into a fine line. One would think that sending his daughters off to work at a military base would incite some kind of emotions from the man, but no. He was still cold and stoic.

"Girls, I want you two to understand this isn't a vacation. You'll be going out there to do very important work. What you do out there will matter and it will help bring this war to an end. I do not, under any circumstances, want you two to get distracted over there. Especially not by those navy boys and pilots. Stay away from them at all costs, am I understood?"

"Yes, Sir," we said unanimously.

My father turned to me.

"Do you understand, Isabella? Stay away from them. Especially those rich, good for nothing, snobs that are out there parading their wealth."

I shot Alice a quick side glance. Why was I the only one being targeted for those comments?

"Yes, sir. Understood," I answered and bit the inside of my lip.

There's nothing my father hates more than the upper class and socialite. My sister and I knew from a very young age that any opportunities to climb up the social ladder were not opportunities she and I could take. Our father would never allow it. No, to him, we had to stay the humble and quiet girls he raised us to be. To hell with growing and expanding, and striving for more, apparently.

"All aboard!" Called a man from the train we were taking.

Alice and I turned to our father, expecting him to give us a hug, or a kind word at least. But, he wrapped his arm around our mother's waist and gave us a curt nod. That was all he was going to say.

Alice gave me a side glance in return, her lips pursed together, before taking my hand. We waved goodbye to our parents and Marcus before running to the train and boarded the train. We sat in the nearest seats available, facing our parents. They waved at us as the last of the travelers boarded the train.

I took a look around, trying to distract myself from the overwhelming emotions and I noticed mostly everyone in our wagon were women dressed in nurse uniforms. Two girls walked up to us. One of them was a tall, beautiful blonde, and the other had dark hair and was a little shorter.

"Hi!" the blonde one smiled. "I'm Rosalie Hale, this is Angela Weber, are these seats taken?" She points to the seats in front of us.

"No, go ahead," I said. "I'm Isabella Swan, this is my sister Mary Alice."

"Nice to meet you," they said at the same time.

"So, going off to Pearl Harbor," Rosalie said as they settled in their seats. "I have to admit I'm pretty excited. My mother thinks this is a great opportunity to find a good husband."

"I was thinking the same!" Alice said. I looked at her in shock. "Nothing better than a good soldier as a husband."

I cleared my throat, shocked at my sister's quick admission.

"Alice, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, please, Isabella, as if I'd give our father a chance to pair me up with whoever he finds suitable for me. No, not me. I'll marry whoever I find suitable for myself and who is up to my standards, and not those of Charles Swan. Knowing him, he'll have me marry some farmer or fisherman from Forks. No, thank you."

Her confession left me speechless, especially since our father was still a couple feet from us. Fortunately, he could not hear what my sister had just said. I just hoped he couldn't read lips.

Alice arched a brow at my silence.

"Izzy, you do realize that he is going to push you to marry Marcus Vulturi if we come back, don't you?"

"He wouldn't," I said, but there was a hint of uncertainty in my voice. "Would he?"

"Oh, my dear Izzy." Alice wrapped her arm over my shoulders and gave me a gentle squeeze. "He and Jane have been planning your marriage with that boy for as long as we have been alive. Trust me, dear sister, once we're at the harbor, you better get your head on straight and find yourself a husband because the second you come back still single and a maiden, you'll be tied to that boy for life. And you know that what father wants, father gets."

I was puzzled. I couldn't imagine a life tied to Marcus Vulturi. Even if I did, whenever I did try to picture a life with him, all I could come up with was dull and passionless. That's not what I wanted. Not what I would choose, ever.

My breath got caught in my throat when I heard the doors to our wagon beginning to close. I turned to the window, waving goodbye to my parents and Marcus one last time.

Alice leaned closer to me as she waved goodbye as well.

"Take a good look, sister," she said as the train began to move. "If you do not get your head straight and find yourself a husband, you'll be right back here and you'll be married off to that." She gave a quick nod toward Marcus. "You'll live a life that has already been decided for you."

I dropped my hand once my parents disappeared from view. While I knew my sister was excited to finally get out of town and out of our father's iron grip, I didn't know she had a whole plan to ensure she wouldn't fall right back. Was I expected to have a plan as well? Did I really want to risk being married off to someone I didn't love?

"Oh, dear, you look like you've seen a ghost." Rosalie laughed. "My dear, you don't have to start looking for a husband right now. Who knows how long this war will be going on for? Who says we can't have our fun for a while? We're all young and we'll be on an island full of men. Imagine how amazing it's going to be. You can leave the husband hunting once you've had a good taste of the good life."

Well, fun was not what I was looking for and I'd hoped my sister wasn't also, but I realized it's all fun for her since we were away from our father.

I took out my favorite book, Wuthering Heights, from my handbag and sat back, trying to shake off any thoughts of finding husbands and loveless marriages as my sister got acquainted with Rosalie.

"Do you also enjoy reading?" I heard Angela ask.

I looked up at her as she sat across from me, a book in her hands as well, and forced a smile. "Yeah, it's kind of my thing."

She smiled back and pointed to the book in her hands. "Me too. I bought this book for today and I'm almost done with it."

"May I see?" I asked.

She handed me her thick book. It was 'Tess of The D'Urbervilles' by Tom Hardy. I always wanted to read that book, but I heard it was kind of dark.

"Perhaps we could exchange books once we're done," I said, giving her the book back.

"That'd be nice. I love classics."

"So do I. I left my whole collection back at home."

"I'm sure this war will be over soon enough and we'll be able to go home," she said, giving me a reassuring smile.

Oh, Angela, I hope so too.

I looked down at my book, picking up where I left off as the train got further and further away from my home, the only place that I loved and wanted to be more than anything in this world.

It's amazing how much you learn in one day riding with so many young girls in one train wagon. Rosalie was delighted to give out the details about the nurses that worked in Pearl Harbor to all of us. She also knew a few of the men involved in the force for the connections they had with her family.

"My father specifically asked them to take good care of me," she said, a smug smirk on her face. "Of course, the only care I want is from Emmett McCarthy, he's so dreamy!"

"Girls!" Jessica Stanley, another nurse heading to Pearl Harbor, rushed to our seats. "A girl from the next wagon said that some of the guys are planning to throw a party once we arrive at the Harbor. We all have to go, everyone will be there!"

"Absolutely!" Alice exclaimed, excited at the idea of her first party.

"No, thank you," I said. "I don't think I'm comfortable with that."

"That's because we've never been to a party before, Izzy. Come on, it'll be fun!"

"Father said-"

"Our father doesn't have to know," she said with a sarcastic tone and turned to Jessica. "We'll be there."

Jessica clapped before walking back to her seat. I gave Alice a stern look before looking out the window.

Well, there was no way our father was going to find out unless we told him, which would never happen. I would like to live longer than the twenty-one years I already was granted.

We were still a couple of hours from San Francisco and from there we still had a boat ride to the island. I didn't think I'd have the energy to go to a party after all that traveling, but Alice was very similar to our father in one way: what Alice wanted, Alice would get.

May my sister have mercy on me.

Chapter Two Preview -

"Girls, these are Emmett's best friends, Jasper Withlock and Edward Cullen."