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I haven’t heard from Edward since that day at the park, I prayed every night for his well being and for a chance to apologize to him in person, but nothing had happened so far. I had hoped that he might have at least contacted Carmen at the art shop, but she hadn’t heard anything yet.
I kept calling Carmen at least three times a day for a week, until she told me on Monday that she was going to the Modigliani Art Conference & Workshop in Brume, and to please open the shop for her in the afternoons. She had convinced Renee to let me manage the store in her absence by paying me for a full time salary instead of half time. I had refused at first, but Carmen insisted. Renee was all for it, but then her mood soured when she realized she wasn’t getting the money since Carmen was making the deposits directly to my college fund.
So here I was, suffering Renee’s anger on a Saturday morning. She had warned me that if I didn’t had the laundry finished by noon, she wouldn’t let me open the shop, and I needed to be there just in case Edward or Alice called. Though by the silence I guess that was becoming more and more unlikely to happen.
“You have to be kidding me! There is no chance in hell I’m gonna go in there, especially with you, Dad!”
“C’mon Junior, this is perfect! Can you imagine how pissed Rosalie is going to be when she sees what Emmett supposedly asked for a gift?”
I just shook my head and remained standing right across the street from the store my father wanted to go in. I had to admit the plan was genius, but I would not be setting one foot into that store.
“Nope, no way. You go in there and buy what you think we need. I’ll meet ya back out here when you are done.” I said while crossing my arms and setting my jaw in determination with no intentions of moving any time soon.
My father sighed in frustration. “Why are you like this, Junior? It’s not like you haven’t been into one before.”
“Excuse me?” I gasped in surprise, “and how, do pray tell dear father of mine, do you think you know that I’ve been into a store like this before?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I pay the bills, Junior. Remember?”