In My Time
Thank you Marauder by Midnight for the banner Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Mason were just sixteen and seventeen before they met, their destinies never seeming to cross paths. Living in the very outskirts of Chicago, Bella doesn’t want to be married as quickly as society wants. Edward wants to help assist President Wilson by fighting in the World War. Plans seemed to all change when, unexpectedly, with one little spark, a fire seemed to ignite the both of them. Through troubles beyond comprehension, the times of properness and society, influenza on the rise, and abhorrent losses- perhaps even their own deaths, the two of them must concur them all. But can they? A love story to the fullest-but of course, even the best love stories have tragedy and losses nestled inside. (2nd most favorite on the site! Thanks guys! Also-In My Time was on display in Waterstones Bookstore, located in Oxford,United Kingdom for a twilight event)
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11. Mason And Swan Engaged
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After Edward had walked me back to my house, I was immediately bombarded with questions from, none other than, my mother.
As soon I managed to step inside the house, the first words I heard sounded like this: “What happened? What is going to happen? Where did you go? What did you do?!”
Needless to say, I knew it was going to be like that up until Edward and I took our vows. Our vows? It sounded so…horrifying and strange.
“Mother, all we did was take a walk.” I said to her calmly, refraining from rolling my eyes at her.
“And?” she prompted. She put down her sewing and looked at me, showing that I had gotten her full attention-something I really didn’t want at the moment.
“And…,” I bit my lip, “he invited me to dine with him and his family tonight.” I admitted, ready to run and get my father if my mother had a heart attack.
“Well, I trust you accepted the offer.” She said calmly.
“Yes, mother I did.” I nodded, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Charlie! We will be going out into town!” my mother announced in the direction of father’s study suddenly as she grabbed me and pulled me outside and towards town, thrusting her sewing aside.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I was still being towed. At least I already had my hat and gloves with me. The sun in my eyes would just make this trip even worse.
“You will need a new dress, dear.” She said simply as we kept walking. I didn’t even try to protest-it was no use. She wouldn’t listen to me even if I tried. All I did was sigh and let her have her fun.
As we walked through downtown I couldn’t help but feel self conscious. Unfortunately, the gentle and steady taps of my shoes hitting the ground and my mother’s usual nagging wasn’t the only thing I heard. It was happening again.
“Oh there she is! I saw Mr. Mason walking over to the Swan’s house earlier today. I wonder what he was there for. Surely not to break the engagement!” I heard one women say to another.
“No no, look at her finger,” I tried to hide behind my mother, “the ring is still there. What a lovely ring! That must cost quite a bit of money.” Said the other. My Mother looked as if she didn’t even notice the gossiping, and she stopped to look at something in the window.
“Mother can we-?” I began but she shushed me, for Mrs. Weber had just walked up to us.
“Bella how are you? Congratulations, dear.” She said. I smiled and thanked her, standing off to the side of the sidewalk as my mother and Angela’s mother continued to talk. I reluctantly listened to the gossiping women’s conversation. If any talk was about me, I had the right to know what it was.
“Well, with Edward’s father being the owner of the only bank in town and all, the ring should be a decent size.” Said the other.
“Well at least they are being proper in public-far too many engaged couples now are showing a little too much affection in public. You aren’t supposed to embrace each other you know.”
“That’s true. I saw Edward walking with his friends-Collin and Leo I believe their names are called. You know, Nancy and Martha’s boys. Edward looked a little upset-they were making fun of him I believe.”
“When are they not?” then I stopped listening into their conversation, for they began to talk about the price of fresh produce. I didn’t need to listen to that.
“Bella, dear, come now.” Mother said, gesturing to the Dress Shoppe.
“I really have enough dresses-” I began as we walked inside. I forced my feet to keep moving. Really I wanted to crawl in a hole so that I didn’t have to listen to the town’s gossip about Edward and me.
“Bella dear-you don’t. You need a new evening gown that is just casual enough to use for dining. Now don’t argue with me, you know I will win eventually anyway.” She snapped, walking over to a seamstress.
“I want something new for my daughter that nobody else has-an evening gown that is casual for dining but elegant and will complement all her features. I don’t care what the cost is. It needs to be done for dinner tonight.” I heard my mother demand. I groaned inside as I was dragged off for measurements. Instead of a half hour of being in the Shoppe I had to stay ten extra minutes-they had to take many more measurements than usual because the dress was to be a new design. All I could help thinking about through the whole entire forty minutes was Edward-for that was the only thought I could think that would make me feel happiness during torture.
~Edward Anthony Mason’s Point of View~
I sat staring at the black and ivory piano keys. I ran my fingers gently over them. The feeling wasn’t new-the smooth keys I had played since I was small. But I felt a new feeling that was clouding my brain-it wasn’t familiar like the piano.
The feeling was love. As strange as it was comforting, it was the best feeling I had ever felt, and I was sure, would ever feel in my many years to come.
“Edward, dear-why don’t you play something for me?” my mother requested, sitting down in one of the chairs in the piano room. She would always joke that this should be my bedroom, for I spent more time in this room then in my room upstairs.
It was true in a way, but my mother would always like to be in here when I played too. I could tell it brought her great joy to hear me playing. So I played for her whenever she asked-just to make her happy.
I nodded in her direction, concentrating on playing her favorite song. It had a light and happy feeling when you heard it, and she always smiled when I played this particular one more than others. The melody softly made its way through the house as I continued to play, until the last note lingered on the piano, echoing in the room.
“That was beautiful as always, dear.” She said to me.
I turned to her, “Thank you, Mother.” I smiled.
“I have been meaning to ask you, and I know that you might not want to talk about all of this now but…” she began. She was hesitating-I had a feeling that she was thinking about the wedding. About my wedding.
“Of course you may ask me now.” I said to her.
“Mrs. Swan and I are planning the wedding soon-we will be meeting tomorrow to discuss possible dates for the wedding. I know that Bella’s birthday is September 13th, so I was thinking that it will be better to have the ceremony before then. Sometime in August would be nice-we have nothing planned August 2nd.” She explained.
“Why that particular date, mother?” I asked her curiously.
“I was talking with some of the family,” she admitted, “and there is nothing planned on that date for any of them. I even talked with the editor for the newspaper today, when I saw that article about you and Bella, and you know they know everything that is coming up on certain dates. He said that there was nothing on that particular date, either!” she said, proud of herself for gathering all of the information.
“What do you mean about the article of Bella and I in the newspaper?” I asked her.
“Oh-you didn’t see it, sweetheart? I’ll be right back!” she said excitingly as she left the room, her shoes softly clicking on our hard wood floors.
She returned with the paper in her hands, “Look-I found it on the cover!” she said, handing it to me and pointing it out as she sat back down in her chair.
My eyes skimmed over it as I read.
Mason and Swan Engaged
The annual fireworks over the lake last night for our Independence Day were not the only thing that were exciting. Last night, during the fireworks, Mr. Edward Mason II pulled Ms. Isabella Swan to the side and asked her an important question: He had asked for her hand in marriage. Almost without hesitation, she answered him with a ‘yes’. The couple has been spotted earlier around town, walking next to each other and talking. Even at the Newton’s ball this last June they were spotted dancing. Ms. Swan and Mr. Mason have been the topic of gossip for weeks now. To see them engaged did not strike many as unexpected, but was a pleasant surprise for everyone nonetheless. Ms. Swan, who has sixteen years of age, will be gaining a seventeenth year on her birthday in September, so I trust they will have a Ceremony in August, before this occurence takes place. Mr. Mason, who just turned seventeen himself in late June, gave Ms. Swan a ring that most every girl would swoon over. Let us all hope that their love will sparkle, just as her ring shall, for all of their life to come.
I raised my eyebrows, realizing I was gaping at the paper. I handed the paper back to my mother, before troublesome articles on the Spanish Influenza affecting towns nearby and news on the war caught my eye.
“I’m surprised nobody in town has said anything to you about the article yet.” She said, folding it neatly and setting it on a small table next to her.
“Hey Eddy!!!” I heard Leo call as he walked towards the piano room. I heard Collin laughing, shutting our front door behind him.
“You spoke too soon.” I smiled at my mother as she reciprocated the gesture apologetically before leaving the room.
“Get back to me on that date, Edward. We can talk about it later tonight.” she said from the hallway as she passed Collin and Leo.
“Edward-you’re officially famous.” Collin snickered as Leo snatched today’s newspaper out of his hands.
He read a sentence from the paper, pretending he was making an important speech as Collin started laughing. “Mr. Mason, who just turned seventeen himself in late June, gave Ms. Swan a ring that most every girl would swoon over.”
“That must have been the ring inside of the little box.” Collin said.
“You mean the little box with a ring inside.” Leo corrected, joking. They both snickered.
“Let us all hope that their love will sparkle, just as her ring shall, for all of their life to come.” Collin read out of the paper.
“I concur!” Leo announced.
“That’s just a tiny bit gooey for my taste. Who even wrote this?” Collin asked me.
I shrugged, “I had just read it before you both barged in.” I explained.
“That’s weird-everybody has read it.” Leo said objectively. I rolled my eyes and gave a sigh in response.
~Bella Marie Swan’s point of view~
“Well, I didn’t read it!” I said to her.
“What is the matter, Bella? I thought it was a nice article-you’re in the newspaper for goodness sake! Show a little appreciation.” My mother scolded.
A newspaper article. That was the one thing that I was dreading the most. Gossip? I suppose I could take that. Newspaper articles for the whole town to read? That I couldn’t handle. My name was on the front cover, for goodness sake!
“Come now Bella, don’t get upset. You have tonight’s dinner to look forward to.” My mother reminded me, as if that would calm me down. I collapsed in a chair. I felt like I was going to be sick.
- Surprises All 'Round
- The Newton's Ball
- I Love You
- There is a First for Everything
- The Proposal
- Sink In
- Mason And Swan Engaged
- Happy 17th
- A Long Day
- Bella's Feelings
- Edward's Feelings
- Wedding Bells
- New Life
- Dinner Party
- For Better Or For Worse
- In Sickness and In Health
- The Angel
- A Choice
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