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    Mr and Mrs Cullen

    “To take you on a tour,” She chuckled, though she looked slightly taken aback at Edward asking why anything out loud (That was for my benefit, of course).

    “And you’re leaving right after?” He questioned, helping me take off my dark blue pea-coat.

    “Oh yes…” She sighed, and he raised an eyebrow at her. I could tell he didn’t believe her, but she ignored his glare, “Unless you want help unpacking?”

    She gestured to the boxes lying in the hallway, laughing, though I had no idea why. Unpacking wasn’t something I would laugh at, but I supposed when you had inhuman speed and strength it would be sort of fun.

    “Sorry sis,” He took off his own coat and hung it up in the closet – she had unpacked the hangers? – laughing as he did so. “Can’t fool me!”

    “I tried,” She shrugged, then, seeing my utterly confused expression, clarified, “I unpacked already. But come on, don’t you want to see your house?”

    She pulled me along into the living room, Edward following behind grudgingly, and I could tell there was something he wasn’t telling me.

    As I was carted into the room I knew instantly that Alice had designed its theme and decided that in years to come she would get rich – richer – as an interior designer/make-up artist/hairdresser/personal stylist.

    It was a truly amazing room, what with its burgundy walls, grey stone fireplace, chocolate brown hardwood and black furniture, but it didn’t hold a candle to mine and Edward’s second floor bedroom.

    Even Edward seemed slightly awed as we entered through the French doors and walked into the room, taking it all in.

    The color scheme was gold and black, and in the centre of everything was the king-sized bed Edward had bought for me. As I walked towards it, I could pinpoint the exact spot in the intricate black wrought-iron frame where he had snapped a piece of flower off and crushed it to prove just how easily he could destroy things. I sat down on the pale gold sheets and shivered involuntarily as I remembered the first time I had asked Edward about my “condition.” This bed… Yes, I had some unfinished business to attend to with this bed.

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