Edward Cullen thought his future with Bella was set in stone-his blood singer, his mate, his forever. But when Alice has a startling new vision, everything he believed begins to unravel.
At the center of it all is a mysterious girl, one who brings u...
[6]Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
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Vidalia smiled back, her eyes warm. "You don’t have to thank me. Just… don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay?"
He nodded, the weight on his chest lifting just a little. For the first time in a long time, Edward felt like he could breathe again.
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The bell echoed through the hallways, signaling the end of lunch, and students began filtering back into classrooms. Edward and Vidalia found themselves back in Economics class, both of them still shaken from the tense cafeteria encounter.
The quiet of the gym had provided a brief reprieve, but Edward’s dark, conflicted mood still hung in the air like a storm cloud.
As they walked into the classroom, Vidalia felt a weight settle back onto her chest. The cake assignment, ruined by Bella’s exaggerated fall earlier. The cake that had been something she cherished — because it's something she and Edward had worked on together— had fallen to the ground.
Now, without their cake, the two of them took their seats, ready to watch the other presentations. Vidalia glanced at Edward as he sat beside her, his face set in a contemplative frown, golden eyes a little more hollow than usual.
His mood was still heavy from everything that had happened at lunch —the barrage of questions from his family, Bella's dramatic entrance, and the toxic dynamics among them all.
Vidalia leaned over slightly, her voice a soft whisper. "You know, we might not have a cake to present, but I bet we could still win best spectators."
Edward looked at her, slightly surprised, and raised a brow. "Best spectators?"
