Predictive Dreaming

Esme's Visit

Edward's POV

Each one of us had a box of cookies beside one Rosalie. Rosalie threw them in a school trash can when she had the chance to do so. She read a magazine with her legs crossed on the couch.

Jasper, Alice, and Emmett left theirs on the living room table. It was a vague facade of kindness to have kept it for so long until it's gone there. We don't need to eat, but we need to keep up with the game of pretend.

The purgatory that we resided in had that one chirping bird among the few that came up to us. Politely approaching danger that didn't show at surface level, they gave us treats before weaving out of sight in the crowds.

Their smell didn't bother me like I thought it did. (Y/N) is the one that sat next to me in biology. Their thoughts couldn't be heard, and it distracted me from how I couldn't hear their friend's thoughts either.

Bella is the one with blood that smelled so tempting that I almost lost all resolve that day. Those two are different in some way, like two bad apples in a bunch.

"I think we should meet them," Esme spoke up with her own box of cookies in her hands. She held it delicately with practiced ease, like the box was a pretty little flower she wanted to keep.

"What? Why should we do that?" Rosalie set her magazine down in her lap. Her brows furrowed, and her mind filled with thoughts of how this diverged the plan.

"We should be nice and friendly with the people we live with. I'll see about visiting them sometime soon." Esme gently placed the box on the side table next to her seat.

"I don't want to hear any back talk." She pointed a knowing finger to Rosalie before she could reject Esme's wishes. "I want to show my gratitude for such a sweet gift." She left the room with a calm and measured stride.

Rachel's POV

A knock interrupted me from unpacking a box in the kitchen. "Who is that?" I mumbled to myself, leaving what I was doing behind.

In the peephole, I saw a woman who could be middle-aged with pale skin and hair as dark as night. She radiated elegance from where she stood. Nice jewelry matched her royal blue dress.

"Hey?" The door creaked as I opened it up to greet her. Up close, I got a glimpse of her golden brown eyes. I don't know if I have ever seen someone with eyes that color.

"Hello, I'm Esme." She politely introduced herself to me. An award-winning, pearly-white smile rested on her face.

"I'm Rachel. Is there a reason that you're here, Miss?" I furrowed my brow as I looked at her. In my mind, I couldn't conjure a reason for her to be here.

"We received cookies from (Y/N) (L/N). They live here, right?" She tilted her head slightly before returning it to its original spot. "I wanted to share my gratitude."

"Yeah, they do." I trailed off at the end as the panic set in. "I've always encouraged them to make more friends whenever able. I'm guessing you're one of the Cullens, right?"

"Yes, my children go to school with them." She smiled.

"Well, isn't that great?" I faked a laugh before stepping out on the porch with her. "I'll pass on the message to (Y/N). They're busy as we speak."

"Thank you. I would appreciate that." She nodded her head. Her attitude is more ladylike and poise than anyone I've met. It's like she popped out of an old-fashioned movie.

"So, have you been living here long?" She continued our chit-chat.

"Oh, not really long. It would be a month in a week. We're still moving in. It's a slow passion project. Something to work on when we have the time to." I shrug my shoulders before leaning against the front door.

"Well, I would be willing to volunteer my children to help. I could ask Carlisle, too. I would love to do something for you since you and your child have been so kind." She clasped her hands together in front of her.

"That's nice of you. I'll consider it." I nodded along a little like a bobblehead.

She continued that polite grin. It's like she's chipping away at my defenses because she is extremely sweet. I couldn't think that she would have any malicious intent towards anyone. It felt near impossible to even imagine her hurt a fly.

"It's been lovely talking to you, Esme. Is there any way that I could contact you?" I tilted my head.

It would not be easy to get her assistance if I couldn't even reach out to her. She could easily be a friend in my mind. It would be nice to have more friends here that are parents, too, other than Charlie.

"Oh, right. Here, how about this?" She took a notepad from her purse and jotted down her number.

"Thanks," I took the slip of paper.

"Rachel," Esme paused as she had turned to step off the porch.

"Hmm?" I hummed and stepped over to her side.

"How would you feel about a dinner at my house with (Y/N), of course? I wish to extend my gratitude once more." She brushed her hair out of her face as she turned to me fully.

"Oh, that is so sweet of you. We would love to come over. But if only I could offer you and your family dinner at our house once it's done." I smiled at her.

"I suppose we have a deal. I'll get going now. I'm sure you are busy." She nodded before turning her back to me one last time.

"Alright, bye, Esme!" I called to her as her figure slowly disappeared from view. After I saw her completely disappear from sight, I went back into the house.
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