A musical tone rang when Edward pushed the doorbell. It sounded much like blowing a whistle in steady, short beats. Seconds later, a five-foot-five, overweight, tan-skinned, mid-thirties looking woman answered. Her face bore no make-up, choosing instead to look beautiful with a smile and shining, sepia-colored eyes. Dirty blonde, shoulder-length, wavy hair fell around her face in a messy, yet presentable fashion. She wore a light-blue dress that was patterned with flowers and ended just below the knee. Off-white dress shoes were placed on her feat. Overall, she looked like a very friendly, normal person.

“You must be Bella,” she said cheerily. “Come on in.” She motioned for us to go into a room just to the right.

The small area was quite a sight. A fireplace and mantle stood five-feet in front of the doorway to this side room. On the right was a window covered in homemade, fall colored, flower-print blinds. On the left was a couch facing away from the window. The entire area in between was cluttered with various objects – most of which were in shades of brown.

In front of the couch was a white marble table. The centerpiece was a two-foot tall, sapphire vase filled with flowers of dark red, deep purple, and dark blue. This table was also covered in multiple other small objects – one of which being a tissue box.

To the right of the table was a large painting along with even more, and taller, brown-shaded objects. Among these was an owl. It stood out for some reason.

On the other side of the table was another couch. Behind it were even more, tiny, brown-shaded objects. Against the far wall stood a table topped with what I assumed to be pictures of the therapist’s family. They looked like a loving family with a dad, mom, and two sisters. The many images also told me both daughters were in their mid-twenties at least.

Great! I must look like an idiot standing here gawking with two vampires holding my hands.

Sensing my discomfort, Edward squeezed my hand and led me to the closer couch. I sat down in the middle with Edward on my right, closer to the wall, and Alice on my left.

The therapist sat down in a dark brown dining room set chair. She was facing us at a diagonal, putting us between her and the fireplace area. Behind her was a chandelier hanging over the rest of the wood set. The white walls were covered with more pictures.