"You've made me the happiest person alive" the eyes of a god looked into my own with pure love and happiness. "Without you I'd still be that boy who earns money by cleaning rich people's houses" he laughed. His laugh so soft like velvet and musical like my personal melody. "You're the bright warm sun of my life, my world, my stars, my everything" he took both my hands in his. "I love you" a soft whisper escaped his lips besides my ear causing me to turn to putty in his arms.

I moaned softly as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I love you too"

"Then marry me. Do me the honours of becoming my wife"

"You know we can't, my father has already spoken of my marriage and of my future. My future is arranged, just like my life"

"Rules are made so they can be broken" he smirked.

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"Isabella Marie Swan! Come here this minute!" the voice of my mother, Renee, sounded through the house. The house was massive, but so was her voice.

"Coming Mother!" I shouted back. I put my silver handled brush back onto my dressing table besides my matching hand mirror.

The brush and mirror had been a present from my late grandmother. The previous owner of my current residence. She died of old age five years ago. I was only twelve at the time. She'd left the brush and mirror in my possession when she passed away. My grandmother was the mother of my father, Charlie.

Grandma Swan, the greatest, most kindest woman god ever created. I had the same chocolate brown eyes as her, like two big almonds my mother would say. I never met my grandfather, but from what I heard about him I didn't want to. I was told he was a bitter old man who only cared about the size of his bank account and the price of everything. He only cared for himself, not even his wife.

"Good morning mother " I smiled.

My mother was sat at the kitchen table drinking from her morning coffee mug besides my father who was reading from the daily newspaper.

My father, Charlie, was a great man. He didn't pry for details, he cared for his family and his families pride, yet he also cared about money like his father. My father was always understanding and caring towards me.

His hair had shots of silver at the roots amongst his black gelled back hair. He had a thin black moustache which made him look quite the man. My mother said he was handsome when she met him, long before me. He had the same almond shaped eyes as his mother and I.

My mother, Renee, on the other hand was the opposite. She wasn't as caring as my father, the only thing she cared about was her ego and her pride. I had to be the perfect daughter for her. Attend each party and be presentable, speak good things of my mother and be on my best behaviour. She had straight dark blonde hair which reached just below her shoulders, with no signs of grey because it will 'ruin' her look. She had piercing blue eyes which were the same as her parents, who I never met.

My mothers parents passed away before my birth so I'd only ever seen photo's of them. But my mother also had the same eyes as her sister, Esme.

Esme was my aunt who was married to the man famous for his looks, Carlisle. They were both Cullen's and two of the greatest people ever. I loved them both dearly. They had a daughter, Alice who was addicted to shopping, and I guess the large bank account didn't help. Alice was my age, seventeen and we got on well with each other.

"Good morning, father" I smiled at my father as he looked up from his paper.

"Good morning, Isabella" he nodded looking back down at his paper.

"What is it you need, mother?" I asked turning to my mother.

"Mary has left us due to the unexpected illness of her mother. So we'll be joined by a replacement shorter today. His name is Edward Masen, he's only seventeen. The agency recommended him to us. It's his first real cleaning job so if you see him slacking or doing something incorrect, alert me" she said sternly.

"Yes, mother" I nodded.

"Good morning, Miss Swan. Would you like a hot beverage?" Victoria asked. Victoria was our maid and had been working as our maid since I was born. She was lovely and like the mother I never had throughout my childhood. Her hair was perfect, like fire with cat green eyes.

"Could I have a hot chocolate, please?" I smiled.

"Certainly. With marshmallows and cream?" she offered while grabbing a mug from the cupboard and boiling the kettle.

"Please" I took a seat at the table opposite my occupied mother and father.

"Isabella, your aunt Esme is coming over later tonight to arrange some details for the clothes launch this weekend. So I'll need you too try a few garments on for me this evening so make no plans" my mother informed me. My mother and Aunt Esme had a expensive, famous clothes company. They created evening gowns, prom dresses, shirts, skirts, trousers, suites and shoes. Celebrities use there service for things like premiers and parties.

"Alright" I said giving my best attempt of a smile. I hated trying on for my mother.

Some of the clothes she designed are just plain weird and odd and not to mention revealing.

"After your hot chocolate, go get ready for the day" Father said from his newspaper.

"Yes, father"

After my hot chocolate, I did just that.

Victoria helped me choose my outfit. I changed into my sea blue satin halter dress. The dress gathered in the middle with a beaded gem.

The dress had been a present from my Aunt Esme on my seventeenth birthday.

"How would you like your hair today Miss Swan?" Victoria asked as she folded away my night clothes for the wash.

"I've told you Victoria, call me Bella. Not Miss Swan or Isabella. I hate all that formal nonsense"

"Yes, Bella" she giggled. "How would you like your hair, Bella?"

"Can I have it curly?" I smiled.

"Certainly" she nodded as I sat in front of my dresser. Victoria began curling my hair in loose curls over my shoulders.

"Isabella, come down here!" my mother shouted once I was ready and dressed.

"Coming!" I shouted. "Thanks Victoria" I gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs.

"He's here" mother whispered to me. Mother and I headed to the foyer where a tall young man was stood talking to my father.

He had messy copper bronze hair which spread all over his breathtaking sculpted face. His jaw line was chiselled to perfection. The eyes of a forest, deep forest. They were like emeralds, shinning in the light. Lips parted slightly, making him more beautiful. Soft pink coloured his lips. His skin looked so soft and smooth, I wanted to run my fingers over his face too see if he was as soft as he looked.

He had broad shoulders and a muscles that looked like they would rip his shirt any moment. He had everything men would kill for, a perfect and angular face with high cheekbones, strong jaw line, a straight nose, and full lips.

My stomach began to feel like I had butterflies inside of me. I blood rush to my cheeks as he smiled at me. That smile was more perfect than imaginable.

"Ah, here they are" father smiled as mother went to stand besides him. "Edward, this is my wife, Renee" he introduce him to mother.

"It's a pleasure to meet you" Edward smiled taking mothers hand and placing a small kiss on her knuckles. Mother was blushing just as much as me but she kept a straight face.

"Nice to meet you, Edward" mother nodded as he let her hand go.

"And this is my daughter, Isabella" father said to Edward nodding towards me.

"Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman" Edward said taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. I felt like melting at that moment. His voice was like music to my ears, music that could never be bought.

"Hello" I said scared that my voice would give me away.

He let my hand drop and went to stand back where he was.

"Thank you for making me feel so welcome, it's a pleasure to meet you all" he said politely as he eyes never left mine.

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Also if your wondering what the 1st part is, it's the Preface, short I know but its all you need to know for now.

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