Edward once said that if he could be human for Bella, than he would do anything. But what if her was human when they met... in 1917. Would that completely change the relationship that we know and crave for, or will their love burn as strong as ever??
This is a story that I have been thinking about for awhile. I really hope that you all like it.
3. "Don't let me down"
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Mother yanked me tightly into her arms, a smile so big on her face, that I was worried that it would get stuck there.
“Oh, Isabella.” She whispered.
Suddenly I stiffened, and she noticed. She pulled back to study me with curious eyes.
“I have nothing to wear.” I muttered.
A frown creased her brow, and she let me go disappeared into the back room.
Suddenly a dress was laid out in front of me.
“This should be your size.”
It was simple, yet remarkably elegant. Blue satin draped across the bodice in a rouched style, and lace embellished the long belled sleeves. The skirt had a single petticoat that made the skirt flare out at the bottom slightly.
She shoved Mrs. Mason’s dress back into my hands.
“Hurry and finish this, we don’t want you showing up empty handed now do we?”
I sewed as fast as I could giving myself quite a few more needle holes in the process, but I soon finished, and I looked outside. By the look of the sun, I only had two hours left until I was expected at the Mason Manor.
I walked into the front room, and grabbed the dress before into back into the back room where my mother was so that she could help be dress. I hadn’t needed her help to dress since I was a young girl, but I didn’t want to chance doing it alone, and facing all the ties and hooks by myself.
I had made a decision that corsets are without a fraction of a doubt the most uncomfortable things ever created. However, it had its advantages, for my once slender waist was now tiny and curvy.
The dress itself fit perfectly. After getting myself fully clothed, and scavenging out some decent shoes, mom took me to a bench to work on my hair.
She pulled my long mahogany locks out of the mass of disarray that they had been in and brushed them out, before using some pins and corks to secure them to my head in a mass of flowing organized curls. Just a few extra strands hung beside my ears framing my face.
Because we had no rouge or lipstick we made do with red fabric dye brushed onto my cheeks, and wetted down to create a cherry paste for my lips.
Finally, mother rushed out of the room-- while I put on indigo silk slippers that accompanied the dress--, and returned with a small brown bottle and a wad of silky cloth. She uncorked the bottle and set it under my nose. The sent was sweet, but woodsy at the same time, and I closed my eyes inhaling again.
“What is that?” I asked, as she drew the bottle away from me.
She took her finger and dipped it into the bottle and trailed it on the insides of my wrists, and neck. She then took my finger, and dipped it in.
“Run your finger over the tops of your breasts.”
I did as she said.
She unwrapped the cloth to reveal a beautiful blue gem on the end of a silver chain. We couldn’t afford this!!!!!
She walked around behind me, and secured the necklace. Pulling me around to face her, she looked at me with tears in her eyes.
“Here is your one chance, Bella… Don’t let me down.”
I nodded, my throat full of emotion that I was unable to express. She embraced me tightly, and shooed me out the door, with the dress in my hands, on the way to seal my fate, and meet my destiny.