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In My Time

In My Time by Awsomealice94 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)

- alright, I have a VERY good feeling about this story, and I am hoping you will too. Disclaimer- I own nothing, I just write fan fic, and I love doing it :)

4. The Newton's Ball

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“Bella, Bella, wake up!” somebody was shaking me awake. I squinted, still in my night clothes, to see that it was still completely dark. What immediately came to mind was either a fire was in the house, or Edward Mason outside my door (my mother would be as frantic as this if either of them were actually true).

“What-” I began, my voice cracking. I cleared it, now sitting up in my bed.

A candle was lit in my room, and somebody was holding it, “Oh, Bella. Please help me!” Jessica asked. I sighed in relief, there was no fire, but I did feel a little ping of disappointment that Edward really wasn’t outside my door.

“Jessica, good heavens. What are you doing in my room? What time is it?” I asked her. I motioned for her to sit on my bed, and she did so.

“It’s four in the morning, and I can’t sleep Bella. I’m scared.” She informed me. She moved the candle to a small table by my bed.

“Jessica, what do you mean by scared?” I asked her.

“Later this afternoon is my wedding, remember?” she asked me. “I have a bad case of the nerves.” She grumbled.

“Oh, yes. You’re wedding…” I had almost completely forgotten that it was tonight; my head was filled with thoughts about Edward Mason. Partly my mother’s doing.

“Before we go into anything, how in the world did you get in here?” I asked her, now more awake.

“Well, one of your workers let me in.” she said with a nod.

“Who was awake at four in the morning?” I asked her.

“I don’t know her name, she was doing chores.” Jessica explained, rolling her eyes. I sighed; I wanted to lie back down to get some more rest.

“Bella what do I do?” she asked me, ‘I am nervous’ was practically written all over her face.

“Oh, Jessica…” I groaned under my breath.

She was playing with her ribbon nervously, “You’re the only one at the moment I can talk to.” She said. I felt as if I had no choice.

“Why should you be nervous? If you really truly love Mr. Newton, you should be excited! I see how you look at him and he looks at you, Jessica. And I believe I know when I see love.” I smiled at her. She looked up at me, smiling now, her hands resting peacefully in her lap.

“Oh, nonsense Bella! You do not know love when you see it, trust me.” She laughed without humor.

“What are you saying, Jessica?” I asked her, not exactly understanding.

She sighed, “Bella, you don’t recognize love, even if it includes you. Bella, the reactions you make when Edward Mason is around, the way you look at him, the way he looks at you, and only you; it’s almost like he thinks you’re a resonating light or something odd like that.” She said, looking at me. I was speechless. How did the conversation switch to me?

“But of course, Miss. Bella, you will never admit your true feelings for him, because it is just not your personality. But Edward Mason will, and very soon, possibly tonight.” She smiled again.

I shook my head, “Your nonsense makes me laugh, and I don’t love Edward Mason.” I said.

“Lies.” She whispered. “I’m sure those green eyes of his that you keep looking at are always in your silly head.” She added.

I chuckled, in disbelief. What she was saying was true, even if it pained me to say it. But I kept on telling myself that I couldn’t be falling in love at age sixteen, because it just wasn’t right-to me at least.

“Yes, that’s what I thought.” She answered my facial expression, “I thought you would never fall in love, for your intentions were never fully in society. But now, well now it is different. I was wrong, Bella-you are in love.” She told me quietly.

“I can’t be-” I started.

She held up a hand, “Please, Bella, just think about what I said.” She said, hopefully to me. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, she was just so stubborn.

I nodded for her sake. “Do you feel any better?” I asked her. Forgetting about what she had said for now, and turning the conversation back on her.

“Yes, coming here was the right thing to do. I’m not that nervous anymore, you were right. I do love Mike, more than words can describe it.” She smiled to herself.

“Everything will be alright.” I said, comforting her.

“Yes, everything will be alright.” She agreed.


“Good Day, Miss Bella.” Angela greeted me at my door.

“Well, Hello Miss. Angela how is Miss Stanley?” I asked, for Angela had just gone by her house to deliver her flowers for the wedding.

“Oh, she is an emotional wreck,” Angela waved her hand up in the air, “but that’s Jessica Stanley for you.” She told me and smiled.

“Bella, you honestly aren’t thinking about going to the ball looking like that do you?” she looked at me.

I looked down at what I was wearing, my ball gown wasn’t on me, and I just had one of my plain dresses on instead. “I- No, no my gown is upstairs.” I motioned for her to come with me. We were all frantic to get ready on time for the wedding. I was of course invited, like the whole town was. Jessica left an hour after she came to me earlier this morning, leaving me to think about Edward and what she had said.

“And your hair?” she asked me. It was just down right now.

“I was going to put it in a bun later, nothing too fancy.” I said to her.

“Oh, Miss Bella. Please let me help with your hair, you must look absolutely perfect for tonight at the ball. Most men will be there, after all.” She said it like it was almost childishly obvious. I pursed my lips, but said nothing.

Angela was already getting things for my hair, and putting them on a small table with a mirror over it. “Come now.” She said, motioning me to come quickly.

“What’s all the rush?” I asked her, sitting down in front of the table.

“Miss Stanley asks that we be there a little early.” She explained. Why would she want me there early?

“How early is early?” I asked Angela, because it looked as though she was hiding something.

“Two hours.” She muttered quickly. Too quickly.

“What in the world will Miss Stanley have us doing for two hours?” I asked her.

“I don’t quite know yet.” She admitted. I raised my eyebrows at her, doubting it. “Honestly, I don’t.” she insisted, already working through my hair.

“So, Miss Bella, has any one caught your eye?” she asked me, giggling.

“You know I don’t think of those things, Miss Weber.” I rolled my eyes.

“No, you are, at this very moment.” She said, disagreeing. Why was everyone asking me about this?

“Why doesn’t anyone believe me when I say that I am not?” I asked her.

“Because, you’re simply a bad liar, Bella.” She laughed, “That and you get a tiny sparkle in your eye and you blush a little whenever you think of him.” She added. I bit my lip. She was unfortunately right.

It was now almost thirty minutes later and she was now putting my hair up in the most beautiful braided bun I had ever seen, especially on me.

“Miss Angela, how did you learn to do this?” I asked her in astonishment, as she was putting tiny pearls around in my hair.

“My mother. I am almost done, Bella.” She informed me. “And…there.” She whispered as she put one last tiny pearl in my hair.

“Beautiful.” I gasped.

“Yes, you most certainly are, Miss Bella.” Angela smiled.

“Oh, thank you!” I exclaimed.

“It was no problem at all, now can you please put on that dress, so we can go?” She asked me, for she had already done her own hair and had her dress on. I nodded as she went to go sit on my bed and wait for me to finish.

I got my new ball gown on, and stared at myself one more time in the mirror, but immediately instead of my reflection, I saw Edward’s. I shook my head, getting it out, and turned away from the mirror.

“Is something wrong?” Angela asked me.

“No, not at all. Come now, let us go.” I said, and we both made our way to Jessica’s home.

It had turned out that Jessica wanted Angela and me to be in the wedding, instead of watching it. We each took our turns coming down the aisle, each single (which had embarrassed me when my mother whispered to Mrs. Webber sitting in the chairs behind us and pointing to Edward when he wasn’t looking. Mrs. Webber had nodded her head in approval, to what I had no clue.) I just focused on not tripping, and making it to my place next to Jessica as a maid of honor.

She had us there two hours in advance to rehearse the wedding, and in the end the ceremony went rather perfectly, I only fell once, missing a collision with a wall by inches when I saw Edward.

“Come now, Bella. The dancing is about to start!” Angela urged as we walked across the street to a building downtown which always held the most wonderful balls. I didn’t like balls as much as everyone else seemed to, but I sped up my pace for Angela’s sake.

As we approached, more people were crowding around the two huge doors to get in. the women all had on exquisite ball gowns, ribbons in their hair, gloves and some jewelry. The men just had suits on, their hair tidied up. As I was admiring the splendor of people, Angela nudged me, just enough to make me turn to her.

“Ugh, it’s Mr. Yorkie, Bella. Watch out.” She warned gesturing to Eric Yorkie. I groaned as she patted my shoulder gently, and turned to go talk to her love, Mr. Cheney. I was now alone in the crowed, and quickly moved away from the dancing behind me, as the loud yet beautiful music of the quartet blasted in my ears.

I quickly moved my way through everyone, trying to get out of sight of Eric Yorkie. Eric had had a certain lust for me since we were fourteen. I gave him all the right signs to tell him I was not interested, but he just kept on coming back.

Now he was at the ball, and I was sure he was coming my way to ask me to dance, or worse. News in the town, or gossip as I liked to call it, told me that Eric Yorkie was going to propose to some women here tonight-and it was supposed to be me.

As if it was ‘hide and seek’, I moved away to different spots when he had seen me. I groaned under my breath, could this night get any worse? Never ask that, I thought, it always will be. And it turned out I was right. I wanted to smack my hand on my forehead at my stupidity, but my hand remained to my side.

“Miss Bella, please come dance!” I heard Jessica urge me. I started to shake my head, but Jessica, too happy to notice, took my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor in the center of the room.

“Mrs. Newton,” I said calling her properly by her new name, “please no!” I cried over the music for her to hear me, there was an edge of panic in my voice, and I didn’t want to lose my hiding spot. If I started to dance, everyone could see me, including Eric Yorkie-and that could lead to a very unhappy conclusion later tonight.

But Jessica was oblivious of my refusals, and continued to pull me until I was in the center of the room, next to Angela and Jessica, with Eric, across from me. A feeling of dread went through me as the music started. I obediently moved and turned to my left, and continued with the dance.

I tried to ignore Eric as much as possible; he was an un-attractive man, with black oily hair. He often reminded me of Mr. Collins in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. I stifled a laugh as Angela made a disgusted face when Eric wasn’t looking. He was just pathetic, and if he did make an offer tonight...No. I’m not even going to think about how much unhappiness that would bring me. It might not even happen.

As the music continued, I knew that I had to touch shoulders with Eric, to make a full circle, and then turn around again. I loved to dance, and knew every dance by heart, but the person who I had to dance with was an entire new story.

As I touched shoulders with him, he almost seemed to enjoy even the slightest contact between us, as I just looked away from him, trying to ignore him.

Then I let out a breath as we parted, I now just wanted this night to end. Finally the music came to an end, at a Retardando on a low note, and I curtsied to him. I turned around and quickly sped away to the other direction, off the dance floor.

My mother quickly motioned for me to come by her and Father and I changed directions towards them. “Yes Mother?” I asked her.

“Bella, Dear. You are the Belle of the Ball.” She gushed. I shook my head, not understanding.

“Oh, Bella. Apparently two men want to ask you to marry them, possibly tonight!” she exclaimed.

“What??-I-can’t-No!” I stuttered incomplete sentences. I heard my mother whisper to my father, who was looking un-easy “stuttering didn’t come from my side of the family.”

“Who are they?” I managed to squeeze out of my mouth from shock.

“Eric Yorkie and Edward Mason.” She said. Then she added, “I’d rather it be Mr. Mason, just to inform you.”

“And I as well, if it has to be somebody.” My father cut in.

“I do suggest Bella, which you make a run that way,” he warned pointing to his right, “because unless you want it to be Mr. Yorkie who makes an offer, you can get away from him. He is indeed coming this way, looking rather eager.” My father added, as he narrowed his eyes. My eyes, on the other hand, got big; I nodded, and picked up my dress in my left hand, to run up the stairs of the building. There was where the quartet played.

Most people would ask why I was acting this way-hiding and running throughout my close friend’s ball. But if I didn’t, a man I didn’t lust or love would ask me to marry him, and at this day and age, women have no rights. I would have to say yes to him, or become shun from the social scene. I didn’t want to be put in that situation, and so that was why I was sitting in a chair, behind the bass player, to avoid being seen from down below.

I put my hands in my lap, and let them shake there. I tried breathing in and out to try and sooth my nerves. If Eric had found me here, I would be ruined for life. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts to not hear any footsteps come up the stairs, and a hand lightly tapped my shoulder. I jumped and gasped, looking franticly behind me to figure out whom it was hoping to dear god that it was not Mr. Yorkie.

And to my surprise, and happiness, it wasn’t. It was Edward, and I sighed in relief. “Bella, I’m sorry to startle you so, but I do believe you had promised me a dance.” He smiled kindly, his green eyes were so beautiful, and I couldn’t look away from them.

“That is, if you still want to.” He added.

“Oh, yes of course, but you see, Edward, I-” I began.

“Are trying to hide from Eric Yorkie, yes I heard. That man doesn’t understand you at all.” He finished for me. My eyes were full of question on how he knew that, “Yes, exactly.” I answered. But he, unlike Eric, did understand me, and it amazed me.

“Well then, I vow to not let him near you, if that’s what you wish.” Edward almost looked protective over me, like I was his already. And in a way, he won me over the first time I had looked in his eyes.

“That is what I wish.” I assured him, whispering. Without a word he held out a hand to escort me downstairs and to the dance floor.

I took it immediately, and he wrapped my arm around his. There was still that little spark, but I felt something else now. I felt a pull to him that I couldn’t explain, like he was my oxygen. All the while I was looking in his eyes, as he did the same to me.

A dance was about to start, for there was couples going to the center of the room. Suddenly his grip tightened ever so slightly, and his eyes turned away from mine. I looked in his direction to see Eric.

I wasn’t scared, or frantic, as I would have been earlier. Edward was next to me, and he had promised that he would make it so that Eric wouldn’t have a chance to ask me to be his mistress, or at least, that’s what his eyes were saying.

Eric immediately backed away as Edward and I walked on to the dance floor. Edward let go gently of my arm, to go take his place across from me.

The music had started, and I curtsied ever so slightly, as he nodded his head once for a bow.

Then I moved forward as he did the same, and I put my hand on top of his, turning to the right as he did the same. I continued to follow the dance, as my heart started beating fast. I was sure everyone could have heard it; it felt as though it would burst from my chest.

I blushed as I accidentally stumbled, but Edward just smiled, saying nothing, and keeping me balanced.

“Bella, I just wanted to say that you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” Edward commented as we still continued with the dance and the beautiful soft music that was in the background continued as well.

“Thank you, Edward." I blushed. "But I just have been wondering,” I blushed even more, “is there any particular reason why you just call me ‘Bella’, without a ‘miss’? Not that I oppose at all, I rather like it, actually,” I assured him, “I was just pondering it, was all.” I finished.

It was true; I really did want to know why there was no ‘miss’ in front of my name. A husband only called their wives by their first name. But I could call him Edward only because he called me Bella-but yet it made no sense since I wasn’t his wife. Or maybe I was looking too much into it?

“Yes, I'm sure you would. If you do feel the way I feel, you will understand why I don’t put a 'miss' in front of your name.” he said, turning me back to where I had started in the dance.

“It might not be a ‘miss’ in front of your name for much longer.” He reminded me, raising an eyebrow at an envious Eric.

I opened my mouth to say something, and then shut it. What exactly had he meant? The music had come to an end, and I was back where I had started.

“It was a pleasure, Bella.” He added.

My eyes were full of question, but he simply took my hand, kissed it (I thought my knees would buckle and I would faint) and then he walked away, towards his father, who was eyeing him and I, with some approval.

I took the hand that he had kissed, and rubbed it gently. There was a tingling sensation on it, from where is lips were.

Jessica than walked past me, and smirked, “You should really ponder on what I had said. I am right you know.” She said, skipping off towards Mike.