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Lost Soul

Grace Hathaway is a young woman in 1918. Her family is wealthy and she is in love. But when rank and money get in the way with true love, how will she solve her own dilemna so that she can be with her lover? A/U

I OWN NOTHING!!!! excpet the idea and the Hathaway Family

1. Fall

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The heat in the city that day was excruciating. I do believe it was the hottest June Chicago had seen in a long while. I felt all the ice in my lemonade melt and make it watery. The cool droplets fell onto the lace of my white summer’s gown that I absolutely detested. I set the glass down and looked at the man across from me. He was a very attractive man. It was hard not to notice. With his silky bronze hair rustling in the wind and his perfectly sculpted mouth always stretched into his brilliant smile. But his eyes would always make me forget to breath. They were so brilliantly green. Being a good Irish girl, I would say that they were comparable to a shamrock or the rolling hills and fields. His angelical symmetrical face was tan from being outside so much this summer. He had gone on strolls with me around the park everyday.

I never understood why he liked to be with me so often. I always thought myself to be a bother but he seemed to love my company. My sister Virginia said that he liked my family’s wealth and my handsome looks. She also said that way things were going you would think he was about to propose. When she spoke of such things, it was all I could do not to roll my eyes and slap her. Edward said it was because of my friendly disposition that he liked to be with me. I did have the ability to make people laugh. My mother thought it a silly tool to get men to notice me. As if I needed charm for the opposite sex to notice me! I believe I developed that skill so they would stay away.
Men had always noticed my sister and I. our flowing locks of yellow and red were talked about all through out Chicago. Our fair complexions wouldn’t burn easily and we had no freckles like some other girls our age. I had always thought that Virginia was the pretty one. Her long red hair came down to the small of her back. She had inherited our mother’s ocean blue eyes and petite figure.

I on the other hand was the severe opposite of my sister. My short cropped blonde hair stuck out unevenly when I tried to put it into buns. It would constantly fall into my eyes making them even more hidden. I had a great amount of lashes you see. Beneath my great array of lashes were deep violet eyes. They shone like the amethysts on my necklace. My eyes were the only feature of mine I actually found beautiful. My composure was bustier than that of my sister. My hips were wide and my bosom large. I believe that’s what men liked about me.

“Grace, if you and that Masen boy, oh, what’s his name? Edward? Yes, if you two don’t get married soon we will have all of Chicago in an uproar. I have never seen two young people together so often,” my mother said. She had a way of pointing out the things that I had rather hoped she had forgotten about. Like Edward for example. She was always bringing him up, which turned our conversations awkwardly in the direction of matrimony. I usually just tuned her out while she droned but today was different. I felt a searing anger flare inside me as my tongue went awry with a very harsh comment.

“Mother. I have told you many a time that we are not getting married. We are just very good friends. I have no intentions and neither does he. And honestly, no one cares what an old hag thinks.” She smirked until my last comment and then drew in a sharp breath. The vein in her forehead was about to blow it looked like. I decided to take my leave and go read book. I held my chin high and walked proudly out the door. Just as I turned the corner I stepped on a stray piece of lace and fell face first on the hard wood floor. My head bounced once and made a noise similar to that of a watermelon being dropped. My vision failed and I felt myself go black.

The softness of a goose down pillow was under my head when I awoke. The tall frame of the town doctor was sitting to my right and to my left were my mother and father. My father’s face was full of worry while my mother’s was full of bitterness and indignation. She had always hated me. I don’t know what I had done to deserve her hatred however. Perhaps it was my dissociation with society. I preferred to stay at home and read than to attend balls and dinner parties. As my mother continued to glare, I averted my gaze towards the doctor.

Doctor Carlisle Cullen was a well respected member of society and a fairly new addition to Chicago’s hospital. His pale blonde hair was neatly kept and his very oddly colored eyes were always boring holes into mine. He rarely did house calls so I was very excited to see him here. I actually had quite a fancy for the young doctor. He was quite handsome for a mere mortal. He looked more like a god out of one of my books to me. Not that he could compare to my Edward.

“So Doctor Cullen, what is the prognosis? Do I have a concussion or do I just have to rest for a few days?” My mother shot me a venomous glance as I addressed Dr. Cullen in such a way. My father and the doctor simply laughed at my abruptness.

“Well, Ms. Hathaway, you did hit your head pretty hard didn’t you? I mean you obviously can’t remember what today is? But if you can you are fine to go on with life as you please.” I narrowed my eyes at the game the doctor was playing. I would teach him a lesson in messing with Grace Hathaway. I put on my best thinking face. I scrunched my nose up and let my eye brows droop. When I came to my ‘realization’ I shot up in bed and proudly declared, “Today is June 1 and it is the date of my birth. I am now 17 years old.”

The doctor looked at me proudly and announced to my parents that I was fine to attend tonight’s activities. YES! I was ecstatic that I would be allowed to go. For that meant that I could see Edward Anthony Mason.