A Bittersweet Love
Edward and Isabella's love for each other is stronger than ever. But what happens when it is threatened?
Based after Edward and Bella return from Italy. They had never gone to the Cullens' for a vote.
5. Mushroom Ravioli
Rating 4.5/5 Word Count 1042 Review this Chapter
“Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale!” I snapped, feeling heat rush to my face. “Why in the world am I being dressed up like…like….like some Barbie?” The two sisters stared at me in honest disbelief for a moment, shocked beyond words. However, the wounded expression on Alice’s face crumpled my temper in a heartbeat. “Oh…” I mumbled, attempting to fill up the silence with useless babble. “I’m sorry…don’t know what came over me…” Grinning sheepishly, I forced myself to glance up at the vampires. To my surprise, Alice was beaming, and Rosalie remained speechless. I suppose she figured that I was unable of conquering up any form of anger.
“Don’t worry, Bella, I’m sure you’ll understand soon enough!” I froze as Alice giggled those dreadful words, and bounded forward to take my elbow in a humanly-firm grip. After a pause, Rosalie copied the movement, and I was being towed down the hallway. But, of course, they were careful not to muss my pretty clothes. I managed a feeble smile when they set my on my feet at the top of the long white staircase. Alice winked at me, and gestured with one pale hand for me to begin my decent. I sent her a look filled with utter shock, confusion, and fear. Even without these death-traps wrapped around my feet, I had trouble with stairs! Stifling a giggle, Rosalie ran off, with Alice close at her heals. Just at that moment, my dull human ears caught a velvety voice floating up to me.
“Bella, are you ready?” Edward inquired gently from below. I quietly replied with a soft ’yes’, clutched the railing for dear life, and lifted a foot…but never put it down. Instead, I found myself being supported by two marble arms. The owner of said limbs merely grinned impishly at my shocked face, placed a light kiss upon my crimson lips, and proceeded to sweep me off my feet.
“Ed-ward!” I squealed happily, capturing his neck within my arms, and bashfully grazing my mouth against his jaw. The vampire gazed down at me, smiling that wondrous crooked smile I so adored. Sighing contently, I rested my head on his shoulder as he dashed out to his shiny…black car? What happened to the shiny silver Volvo? Noticing my befuddlement, Edward explained quietly, his lips moving against my hair, “For special occasions, love.”
He gently placed my on the dark leather seat, and buckled it for me, his cool fingers gliding across my bare skin. I shivered in delight, but all too soon, he was in his seat, and we were driving down the road. Our hands found each other, and we held on tight, our fingers intertwined. The car purred as his foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal. It was clear that, for a reason unknown to me, he was eager to get wherever we were heading. I, however, never wanted this ride to end. But end it would.
“Where are we going?” I asked sweetly, batting my eyelashes and tilting my chin up to allow to scent full access to him, attempting to dazzle the vampire. He chuckled softly, and squeezed my hand reassuringly, but offered no verbal response. “What’s going on, Edward?” His brief laughter stopped abruptly at my slightly worried tone. Hah, and the boy (depends on your definition of a ‘boy‘) said I couldn’t act! I had complete trust in him. Why didn’t he understand that?
“I’m taking you somewhere special, Bella,” he replied after a moment of silence, “Please don’t fret. Please.” His voice, so pleading and alluring, banished all doubt. I leaned forward to kiss him tenderly on his cheek, and his mood visibly lightened.
To my intense surprise, we pulled into a parking space in front of La Bella Italia. The restaurant that held so many memories, most of them pleasant. The sound of Edward’s velvet voice roused me from my reverie, and I stumbled out of the car, into his stone grip. An arm twined around my waist, and he bent his head to give me a chaste kiss on the cheek. On reflex, I beamed happily at his touch.
“Table for two, please?” I heard him inquire to the hostess. He led me to a cozy table near the back: the exact same spot we had sat at that one time before. My breath caught in my throat as we slid into the booth, and he dazzled me with that smile of his. Before I could form a coherent statement, the waitress scampered up to our table, positively hyperventilating at the thought of getting something for a Greek god. I caught the expression of distaste on my sweetheart’s face as she grinned wolfishly down at him, and I fought not to giggle.
“Can I get you anything?” the waitress purred, lowering her lashes seductively. Edward turned toward me with a bemused look on his perfectly sculpted marble features. “Mushroom ravioli,” I responded automatically, “And a water.” She scowled while scribbling my order down on her notepad, and, after a glare from my angel, dashed off.
“Bella.” One word, full with longing, escaped Edward’s frozen lips. He reached across the table to capture my hand in his. I smiled at him, noticing the battle that raged within his topaz eyes. Something was troubling him, now more than ever, and I had a hunch that it had something to do with me. Just then, the waitress appeared, and set my food and drink down without a single word. I suppose a vampire’s glare did the job of quieting her. Permitting myself a grin, I began to dig into my food, savoring the taste of memories.
“Bella, I have something I need to tell you.” I glanced up from my half-devoured meal, dabbing at the corners of my mouth with a napkin. Apparently, the spark in my chocolate eyes gave him the courage to take a deep breath (not that he needed it) and continue. “Bella, you are my world. You are everything to me, and without you, I am nothing,” he explained quietly, removing a small, black, velvet box from his pocket. “That is why I ask you this…” Slowly, for a vampire anyway, he left his seat and got down on one knee before me, flipping open the box.
“Bella, will you marry me?”