The Dress

Chapter 7

As I spent more time with Edward, I realised that he would be the hardest thing I have to let go of when I returned back to Forks, 2015. I wondered when I would finally meet him in present time and how.

As promised, Rosalie visited us at our new home. She marvelled over how gorgeous the house was and smiled as she sat down on one of the chairs at the porch. I sat down together with her, putting the pot of hot tea and teacups on the table. I poured for her some tea and did the same for my cup.

"So how are you? I've missed you for the past few days." She said.

"I'm doing really great. Seriously, you need to get yourself a guy," I shook my head, laughing.

"I've missed you too, darling."

She blushed.

"Speaking of getting myself a man who will do forever with me, I think I've found him."

I raised my eyebrows. Was I going to meet Rosalie's other half in the present too?

"Oh? When?"

She gave me a flustered smile.

"Uh... during the party two weeks ago."

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't think you need prompter questions. Go ahead and give me that sparkly-eyed look while you talk about him and how beautiful your babies will be."

He widened her eyes, slapping my arm.

"Isabella!" she gasped.

I sighed.

"You've done this to me for more than once, Rose. Just do it."

She frowned.

"Really? When did I?"

I froze, then recovered.

"Uhm... I guess you didn't, then."

She gave me a pointed look, but let it slide.

"So how old is he?" I prompted even when I didn't need to.

"How does he look like? What's his name? Has he kissed you yet? Gave you a ring? Have you set a date yet? If you have, have you both discussed baby names?"

Rosalie looked mortified.

"Isabella, are you always this straightforward?"

I shrugged.

"You've known me for years; you should know this."

Her shoulders slumped, quirking her lips to the side.

"Well, you have been like this."

"Should I repeat my questions?" I smirked.

She quickly shook her head.

"Oh god no. His name is Emmett McCarty. He has the cutest dimples and blue eyes with the softest brown hair you will ever feel—"

"What, my hair not soft enough for you? I'm really hurt." I placed a hand over my chest and pretended to be hurt by her comment.

She huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Isabella, please don't start on that."

I feigned innocence.

"What do you mean?"

She scoffed, letting it slide.

"He is so muscular and strong and he has a really cheeky smile. He's very flirtatious, but still chivalrous. He's a year older than me. Oh, I really think I'm in love with him," she gave me a sigh as she placed her hand on her heart.