Do you all remember that outtake I promised when I reached 100 reviews?
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In the mean time.... Here's is a little something for ya....
SUMMARY: Rosalie was born to be the future Queen of Volterra and Edward was the spare. It all changed when two of their closest friends felt in love right before their eyes. Set seven years ago from the events on The Perfect Girl.
~ H.R.H Edward Anthony Masen Cullen ~
Knock knock.
Alice walked into the room, but stopped short when she noticed that Rosalie was also there. She cleared her throat, something she only did when she was nervous, and said, “Forgive my intrusion, but His Majesty is ready and waiting for you to join him in his study for the press photo shoot before the ball.”
“We’ll be right there, Alice. Thank you,” I said giving her a nod and a kind smile while Rosalie huffed and leered at her.
I was surprised with Rosalie’s behavior, and I also noticed how Alice was almost too scared to look at Rosalie. That’s when I knew, for certain, that something had happened during the day to put a wedge between their relationship, and I bet it involved Jasper as well.
Once Alice left the room, Rosalie spun around and faced me, she was livid.
“I want you to fire that little excuse of a woman that you have for assistant.”
I was shocked. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me loud and clear, Edward,” she sneered.
“I cannot fire her, Rosalie, unless you give me an excellent reason that would merit her immediate dismissal!”
Rosalie started pacing in front of my balcony doors. “She has disrespected me, and she is untrustworthy!”
“She is not untrustworthy! She earned the Cullen Crest!”
“She still disrespected me!”
“HOW?!”
“She… She…” She was trying to hold it in. Rosalie never let her feelings show easily, but I needed to know where this rage was coming from.
“What is it Rosalie?” I pushed her.
She stopped in her tracks and with tears in her eyes she screamed at me, “SHE STOLE JASPER FROM ME!”
