Isabel

Chapter 1

Bella sat in her dimly lit bedroom, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm and comforting ambiance. The room was adorned with delicate lace curtains, gently swaying in the breeze that seeped through the slightly ajar window. Her eyes were fixed on the exquisite dress laid out before her, its fabric shimmering under the soft light. The anticipation of her upcoming birthday party at the Cullen's tonight filled the room, mingling with the scent of lavender that permeated the air.

Isabella Salvatore, weary of her charade as a mere human among the cold ones, found solace in the trust she placed in only three of them: Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie. Jasper, with his calming presence and empathetic nature, always managed to ease the burden that weighed heavily on Bella's heart. Emmett, the epitome of strength and loyalty, stood as a pillar of support in her life. And Rosalie, with her fierce protectiveness and unwavering loyalty, had become a sister to Bella in every sense of the word.

Alice, her oldest "daughter" Cynthia's sister, held a level of trust as well, albeit with a hint of caution. Alice's ethereal beauty and enigmatic aura had always intrigued Bella, but there was a lingering sense of uncertainty that accompanied their relationship. Bella couldn't help but wonder if Alice's visions of the future were always accurate, or if they were merely glimpses into a realm of possibilities.

Edward, however, had become an incessant source of frustration for Bella. His controlling nature stifled her every move, leaving her feeling suffocated and confined within the boundaries he had set. The final straw came when her brother Damon called, his voice filled with concern and love, only to be met with Edward's stern command to never contact her again. Bella's patience had reached its limit, and she couldn't help but question the love that had once burned so brightly between them.

With a soft, weary sigh escaping her lips, Bella delicately picked up the dress that Alice, her ever-thoughtful sister, had chosen for the special occasion. As her fingers traced the fabric, she couldn't help but be captivated by the intricate details of the green floral pattern that adorned the knee-length dress. Each delicate petal seemed to come alive, dancing across the fabric in a mesmerizing display of nature's artistry. It was a departure from her usual style, which often leaned towards more subdued colors and simpler designs, but she couldn't deny the allure of this unique piece.

As Bella Salvatore, the more refined and fashion-conscious alter ego of Bella Swan, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she carefully slipped into the elegant dress. The way it hugged her figure and accentuated her curves was nothing short of perfection. It was a dress that exuded confidence and sophistication, a true reflection of her refined taste. And to add a touch of playfulness to her ensemble, she laced up the only pair of tennis shoes she owned, a stark contrast to the elegance of her attire. It was a subtle way for her mischievous side to shine through, a playful tease directed at Alice, who always seemed to favor more conventional footwear.

In her well-manicured hands, Bella held her Samsung Galaxy Note 4, a device registered under the name "Isabella Salvatore." This sleek and powerful smartphone was a testament to her sophisticated and tech-savvy side. Its large, vibrant screen and advanced features catered to her every need, allowing her to effortlessly navigate through her busy life. But she also owned an HTC Thunderbolt, registered under the name "Isabella Swan." This older model, though not as sleek or advanced as her Samsung, held sentimental value. It was a reminder of her past, a connection to the simpler times when her life was less complicated. These two phones, each with its own purpose and significance, served as a tangible representation of the different facets that made up her multifaceted life.

As Bella delicately tapped on her phone screen, her heart skipped a beat as she opened a text message from a Texas number, specifically 512-555-8012. It was a number she knew all too well - her son Damien's cell number. A surge of warmth spread through her as she recognized the familiar digits. With eager anticipation, she began to read the carefully crafted words that Damien had composed.