My feet planted noiselessly on the warm green grass. The light that was shining on my face a while fa was the sun. The sky was clear blue, a rare event for Forks.
I stared around me – no gaped would be the perfect word to describe what I’m doing right now. Where am I? I’m sure I’m not in our cottage o at the Cullen Mansion. This place is definitely not La Push. Could this place truly exist? Could I still be in Forks?
I noticed that the letto I was sleeping on a couple of secondi fa was a different one. I frowned, there is no way that this magnificent letto fit for a Queen could be mine. The huge, ornate letto was entirely covered with scarf-like sheets in different hues of purple.
The letto was in the middle of a glass gazebo. I couldn’t help but be awed da the beauty that surrounds me. Every fiore imaginable crept on its four posts. Red rose dominated, though. I inhaled deeply – such lovely, sweet smell.
Then, realization hit me – sweet smell. One of our kind is here. I instinctively crouched defensively. My eyes roving the place, a soft yet menacing snarl escaped my lips. I waited listening for the slightest, softest sound.
After a couple of seconds, nothing happened. Whoever he o she is, I know it wouldn’t take them that long to attack, seeing that I am alone. I straightened up from my crouch, my eyes still searching and my ears still listening.
Still nothing happened.
“Silly.” I detto aloud chuckling.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I am not alone.
“Must be the flowers.” Trying to explain the sweet smell. I cocked my head to the side. I could hear water ripple. My eyes widen in delight. Shoving aside the warning tingles I could feel in every inch of my body I dashed towards the small steps that lead to a lush garden. This garden is wilder, though again, rose are everywhere. I noticed that the rose were a very deep red, almost like fresh blood. I looked away.
I really should look for my family. Where are they, anyway? Are they here?
Maybe, this is a surprise. Aunt Alice loves surprises and of course, Aunt Rose is into flamboyant things.
I’ll look for them, I decided. I followed the sound of the rippling water. After a break in the row after row of red bloody roses, it finally came into view.
The small pond was crystal clear – cheerily bubbling. Now and then red rose petals and leaves float on the water. The water looks inviting.
Might as well take a dip, I thought.
That’s when I noticed my reflection on the pond. I gasped. What happened to my baby tees and pajamas?
“Mom! Mom!” I wailed.
How did Aunt Alice pull this off without me waking up?
I stared once again at my reflection. I was wearing a lilla organza toga, abito with a sweetheart neckline and full gonna that reached the ground. My curls were piled high on my head - allowing a few loose ringlets. White rose crowned the superiore, in alto of my elegant hairstyle.
“Not bad.” I murmured. But how?!
I went back to scrutinizing my reflection. I looked down on my bosom where a heavy silver locket lay. The huge R was entirely made of the deepest ruby. The collana itself was made of the thinnest silver I have ever seen. I was almost afraid it would snap because of the weight of the locket it’s carrying.
“Aunt Rose.” Without a doubt.
I have to find my family so I could embrace them one da one and thank them for this wonderful surprise.
I gave my reflection one last glance, and then stopped short.
On the water’s reflection was one of the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen.
Startlingly blue.
Bluest of blue, sapphire, almost violet.
Electric
The sapphire blue eyes continued to stare intently.
and I was mesmerized...
