Chapter 16

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The rest of the weekend passed quickly. Alice had helped me put together my bag and showed me the outfit she had picked out for Monday. I liked it; it was long, dark skinny jeans with a white, button up blouse and a black blazer. Alice added some black, wedged, water-resistant leather boots.

"We have a necklace for you but you'll have to wait until Monday to see it." Rose added. I felt like I couldn't say "thank you" enough.

"You are part of this family, Edythe," Carlisle reminded me with a smile on Sunday night. "And trust me when I say that we all love you."

"Thanks," I said again. "And I love you all, too." I meant it, too.

Just as Alice had said, my room was finished late on Sunday afternoon. The paint was dry, the bookshelves (and books, because Edward said that he couldn't stand to see them empty) were in place. The bed was moved to face the doorway and the floating chair in the corner where the two windows met. The closet was similar in size to Alice and Rosalie's and filled with clothes. The bathroom was painted and full with products and towels and everything else.

Esme made chicken soup for me on Sunday night and as I ate, Emmett was quizzing me on random things he put together for my cover story. Alice-who never heard of it before-was reading Harry Potter. Jasper and Rosalie were playing a racing video game, Rose was winning but, of course, Jasper was close behind her; loser had to pay for gas on their next trip up to Alaska which would be in March. Carlisle was in his study with work from the hospital. Edward was just watching everything and sometimes he'd have something to add to Emmett's quiz.

"So," Emmett said. "This is the most important question; if a boy asks you on a date, what do you say?"

"What kind of question is that?" I demanded.

"Just answer it!" Jasper called from the other room.

"The answer is 'no, I don't even know you'!" I said.

"Wrong!" Emmett said, making a buzzer noise. "The answer is 'ask my big brothers; you know, the really scaring looking ones planning your death'."

"Emmett!" Esme said disapprovingly. "Her answer was acceptable."

"I don't know, Esme," I laughed. "I kind of liked his answer."

Esme rolled her eyes and said something to Emmett about corrupting me.

"Edythe," Edward said, "What do you do if someone comments on your eyes?"

I frowned in thought; I've thought about it before but I don't have a good answer. "Umm, I don't know," I confessed.

"Well, I have an answer and a possible solution." Alice said, putting her book, Prisoner of Azkaban, down. "You could say that you have your mom's eyes or we could give you some contacts to make your eyes gold."

I bit my lip. "I guess I use contacts," I said. "Are they easy to see through?"

"I think so," Alice said, running up stairs to grab them. She helped me up them in. Surprisingly they were easy to see through and didn't aggravate my eyes.

I blinked a few times and nodded. "Yeah, these are fine." I took them out again, and put them away.

Emmett continued to quiz me; "What school did you go to?"

"Mason's Academy."

"Why'd you come here?"

"I missed my family."

"Who's your favorite brother?

"That's not a question someone would ask!"

"Fine; 'can I take you to prom?'"

"No."

"What's your middle name?"

"No one's going to ask my middle name, Emmett!"

"Middle name!"

"Elizabeth!"  

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