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Wedding MarchHeld in her hand,the roses hang over the floorA thousand dollar dressshe wears it once; it's something newHer veil--her mother's--it's something oldOne memory attached to itthe happiest memoryThe decorations are borrowedthe new mother next door let her borrow themCake sits in the hall waiting to be cutbut first, the ceremony--it's time to beginHer eyes are the blue and tears are streamingThe happiest day of her life andNo one came, not even the groom
Pastries From the MartinsCHAPTER ONE~The sun cast a cold, grayish light over the evergreen woods of Port Angeles, Washington.A bright red umbrella lay nearly forgotten beneath the passenger seat while, in the house, a mother frantically searched every inch of her house for it.A child shoved her frozen toes into two pairs of knee-socks and pink leopard-print Wellies.Her older brother refused his jacket, pulling at the collar of his wool sweater, worried of what the girls at school would think when he showed up to first period with a ring of red around his collar bones. He looked at the gray world outside his bedroom window with a sigh.A blue Honda drove past.Inside, a father and daughter sat in silence.Laurence Colfer stared straight ahead, humming along with Hall & Oates on the radio.His daughter, Hannah, had just returned home from New York where she had lived for almost twelve years with her mother, Stella.Laurie stole a glance at her when he reached a stoplight and smiled.She had fallen asleep wit
Best Served Cold, Part 2CHAPTER NINE~I went to meet the Cullens in the square when I knew they had almost reached Volterra Castle.I stood on the cobblestone moments before they stood suddenly before me.Their faces--contorted by anger or worry only a second before--became confused by me, as though shocked either by my being alive or the fact that I had become like one of them.Edward inclined his head, but did not speak. Emmett smiled and Rosalie's eyebrows knit into a glare that subsided almost as quickly as it had appeared. Esme's interest in me seemed to resurface. I could feel their emotions as if they were my own.I still knew only part of my true powers, unaware just how strong I really was. How much better than the Cullens I had become in the last five years.Carlisle stepped forward, bowed, then embraced me like a father greeting his daughter.I felt his fatherly love for me and buried my face in his shoulder."It's good to see you again," he said.I pulled away slowly. "It's good to see you, too, C
Best Served Cold, Part 1CHAPTER NINE~I stood in front of the full-length mirror, fixing the sleeves of my yellow dress.I saw Aro enter behind me and smiled over my shoulder at him.He smiled back and stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. "How are you feeling?" he asked.I sighed, gesturing toward the mirror. "I wish I could see myself."The reflection showed a tall, pale man with long, black hair and fiery red eyes standing alone, his hands seeming to hang a foot apart in mid-air."Yes," he nodded. "It does take suspicions off you if you show up on reflective surfaces."I hung my head, placing my hands over my face. I started shaking and felt hot tears seep between my fingers.I could feel Aro's emotions change from discomfort to sympathy to passion.The passion made me stop and look at him.His jaw was clenched, his hands were stiff at his sides, his eyes burned brighter than I'd ever seen them.My hand sat in his. I hadn't seen him move.He looked down at our hands, then up at me. "I wish I could see yo