This weeks update might be a little late, I had a family emergency and unfortunately don't have access to a word processor, though I'm trying to figure out how to write on google docs (no luck so far).
In the meant time, here are two pic teasers and a small teaser of the next chapter: Reunion - Take Two.
This is a monster of a chapter, almost 20 pages.
A lot of things happening and lots of revelations.
ENJOY!
More after the break...
***THIS IS NOT A FINAL DRAFT AND IT MIGHT CHANGE A LITTLE BIT, BUT I WANTED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL. FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES.***
~ BPOV ~
I arrived home after school to find Renee happily humming while cleaning the common room. I walked over there, watching her dusting the fireplace mantel with a smile on her face, and decided to stay away from her for the time being. Graduation was this Saturday morning, and keeping Renee in a good mood was of extreme importance so I could make my escape and board the night flight to Brume that day without complications or drama.
So, I turned around, climbed up the stairs and went straight for my room.
I plopped down on my bed and closed my eyes, my hands playing with my hair, and I immediately saw his emerald green eyes looking back at me.
I tossed my bag on top of my desk and took off my uniform and changed into a comfortable white cotton tank and my favorite pair of dark washed jeans. My tank had paint splattered on it and one of the straps was being hold together by one of the floral brooches I had collected over the years, but it was comfortable and my favorite. Of course, if Renee saw me wearing it outside my room or the small studio I had in the basement she would scream bloody fashion murder, but I had stopped listening to her in terms of fashion a long time ago, so I really didn’t care.
Edward…
I sighed and shook my head, trying unsuccessfully to get him out of my head.
After finding out that my Edward was in fact the freaking ruler of his own country as well as the CEO of a multimillion dollar company, I was left feeling bereft. I kept analyzing our… date? Was that what it was? I had no clue of what to think of him and wondered for the millionth time since I met Edward what made him say yes to my invitation that day outside the art shop.
Did he really like me, or was I only a distraction from his life?
Why hadn’t he contacted me yet?
Was he okay?
Would I ever see him again?
All these questions kept running through my mind over and over again. I was anxious to hear from him, but at the same time feared the answers.
It was in a moment of weakness that I started looking for more information about him. I even had to admit I had been doing a little bit of cyber stalking through the numerous websites and blogs that followed his every move. It was through them that I knew he was in Europe, the same blog that posted the Seattle pictures kept tags on him constantly throughout his many journeys. Pictures from every city he had been to in the last couple of weeks were there. From official photos to paparazzi and locals pictures were posted daily on the blog. I even had a small folder in my computer of my favorite pictures of him.
I know… pathetic.
I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. I even started having dreams about that day in the park and the two of us together. I missed him every single day since he left. How could a man that I barely knew have such a profound effect on me? I was so confused and the questions inside my head kept running over and over in my mind like a broken record.
Of course, I had told Carmen all about Edward when she came back from Volterra. What she told me surprised me and terrified me at the same time. She had found out that the art show, which I was going to be participating in, would be sponsored by no other than Lady Rosalie Cullen.
Edward’s older sister.
My nerves were shot after that small revelation, but Carmen promised she would be accompanying me throughout the whole process. I felt marginally better after that. I had since pictures of Lady Rosalie and I felt slightly intimidated by her, but I did feel slightly excited to the prospect to be able to see him again, though I doubted he would attend the art show, but you never knew. The chances of him attending the art show were marginally higher than him showing up at my doorstep one afternoon.
I snorted at that thought.
Angela on other hand had already written me off as the modern day Cinderella, and she was buzzing with excitement for our move to Roinne. I tried to ignore her most of the time, not that I wasn’t excited as well, but maybe I was a little apprehensive. Since we had to stay for a couple of days in the capital waiting for our belongings to arrive, Angela wanted, as soon as we arrived to Brume, for me to go the headquarters of the Cullen Group Corp. and ask for an appointment with Edward.
She was delusional if she thought that I was gonna do that in this lifetime.
HELL NO!
I had already embarrassed myself once, thank you very much.
I sighed and suddenly felt like something was off. I took a deep breath again and then knew there was definitely something missing in my room. I sat up, again breathing in the scents of my room and that was when it hit me.
My room smelled clean, like cleaning products.
Now, I was not by any means a slob, but my room had a distinct smell because of my school and my work. My room always smelled of paint, turpentine, linen and powder.
I couldn’t smell any of it now.
Till next time, xoxo
