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...
[3]Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves,
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The sun was warm and golden, casting long, dappled shadows as Edward and Vidalia sat at the picnic table amidst the chattering group. Vidalia had surprised Edward with a small, separate container, a carefully prepared breakfast that looked slightly different from everyone else's.
As he lifted the lid, a faint blush of warmth appeared in his eyes —a gesture from her, thought through with such care that it felt deeply personal. Vidalia’s unique touch was unmistakable in the preparation, and Edward could taste her presence in the subtle hint of her blood, mixed carefully to blend without alarming the others.
Emily, seated nearby, leaned forward to catch a peek. “Hey, why does Edward get his own special meal?” she teased, her curiosity paired with a friendly grin.
“Yeah, what gives, Vidalia?” Leo chimed in, raising an eyebrow at Edward's separate dish with a smirk. “Feeling a little pampered, aren’t we?”
Trisha elbowed Leo, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, let them eat in peace, you two. Not everything has to be a spectacle.”
Leo shot a playful look at Trisha but visibly stiffened as Rachel turned her steady gaze his way, silencing his banter with a look. “I was just asking!” he mumbled, casting a guilty glance downward.
Vidalia let out a soft laugh, her fingers brushing Edward’s forearm under the table as she calmly explained, “Edward has a special diet. So his lunch is something that suits his well-being and also keeps him energized.” Her answer was honest enough to satisfy the question without revealing the whole truth.
She didn’t mind being vague; they wouldn’t understand the deeper layers of what Edward truly needed. Her words seemed to satisfy their curiosity, and they soon turned back to their own meals.
Edward glanced sideways at Vidalia, marveling at how easily she navigated these moments. Despite all the mystery she had to maintain, she never faltered, never lied outright but somehow managed to protect him in ways even he couldn’t always anticipate.
He returned her slight touch with a grateful squeeze of her hand, and she turned to him, her eyes soft and understanding. They shared a brief, silent exchange, something only the two of them could feel —a quiet acknowledgment of how much she’d done for him, with all the tender patience she poured into every small gesture.
As they began eating, Edward was acutely aware of the unique taste in his meal, the unmistakable trace of Vidalia’s blood woven into every bite. He felt a quiet rush of gratitude; knowing she injured herself each time she prepared food for him made it all the more significant.
