End of Chapter 5
“Hello Charles” I spoke directly to him.
He smiled at me. “Hello Esme. How are you?” The way he looked at me. . .he looked like he was in love but maybe I was just exaggerating.
“I am fine thank you,” I replied to him. Then turning to everyone else I کہا “Why don’t we go get comfortable in the sitting room?” Our small group moved through the hallways of our largish house until we reached the sitting room just off the hall. “I’ll go put on a record to listen to”
The parents started up conversation as I made my way to the record player. It was sitting on a small mahogany میز, جدول with a built in shelf in it. I kneeled down and started looking through are records.
“Which one is your favorite?” A voice asked suddenly اگلے to me. I jumped, startled. “Oh I’m sorry.” The voice کہا again. “I didn’t mean to scare you”
I looked over to see Charles kneeling down beside me but behind me a bit so I didn’t see him in my peripheral vision.
“Its alright. I really like Jazz but I am open to pretty much everything.” I replied.
He smiled another smile at me. “Jazz is my پسندیدہ too.” He seemed very happy of this fact.
I decided I’d had enough of the chit-chat. I wanted to discuss his “offer”.
Chapter 6
“Charles, my father informed me of your request.”
“Ah, yes. And what did آپ say?”
“I told him I would consider it and I shall tell آپ the same” I replied in my most lady-like manner.
“Well, that’s better than a ‘no’” He replied. I smiled slightly at his optimism.
Think of how happy your father will be I thought to myself. He would be very pleased. And my mother would be excited about the wedding. She’d want to arrange it of course. What would it hurt if I did marry Charles? At least I’d have somebody. Why not? I’ll do it! I’ll marry Charles!
I finally made my decision. I wasn’t in love with him but in a few months یا years time I could learn to be.
The thing was though, when would I tell him. Not today. It was to soon. Maybe in a few days time when we get to know each other even better I would let him know. For now I would pretend to think about it.
“You can pick the record” I کہا to him.
He shuffled through the collection until he found one of our jazz records. I put it on the record player and we moved to the سوفی, لٹانا to chat with the rest of our family.
“Mother I’ll go get the snacks from the kitchen”
“Alright Esme. Thank you” She replied. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I pulled out our silver tray and started ہے رہا ہو لوڈ with fruit, cinnamon rolls and things my mother had made this morning. I was about to go back into the room but I froze when I heard their discussion. The men-John, Charles and my father-had gone outside and my mother and Annika were chatting now.
“I hope she does say yes. It would be good for her.” My mother sighed.
“Yes. It would be very good for Charles too. He seems very set on your daughter. He likes her very much.” Annika replied.
“I’m glad. I used to think Esme liked him too. I guess I was wrong. I think she might say yes though”
“Why do آپ think so?”
“Did آپ see them earlier? He is very charming and Esme will want to please people so I think she’ll say yes” I chose this moment to walk into the room. I’d had enough of my mothers hopeless gossiping habit.
“Here are the snacks mother. Where are the men?” I asked though I was pretty sure I already knew.
“They went outside,” I knew it! I’m good. “Thank آپ for getting the food, honey.”
“Your welcome mother”
“Esme, have آپ decided what your going to say to my son?” Annika asked me.
“Um…” Shoot! What do I tell her? I thought to myself. “No, not yet?” My uncertainty of what to say made it sound like a question.
“That’s quite alright dear” She laughed “I was just curious”
“Oh” I really hoped she wouldn’t tell him what I said. Just then, the fellows came back into the house.
“Oh yum,” John کہا reaching for a cinnamon roll “That looks delicious, Carol!”
“Thank you, John” my mother replied. “Esme, can آپ go get some eggs from the hen house? I only need about 3 یا 4. آپ can take Charles with you”
“Okay mother” I replied. I knew what her scheme was. She was trying to get me and Charles to spend some alone time together. “Come on Charles” I کہا as I turned towards the door. As we walked out, the sun touched my skin warming it. I closed my eyes as I stood on our front porch just basking in the sun. I opened my eyes when I felt eyes on me. I glanced towards Charles to see him staring intently a my face with a slight smile on his lips. It made me feel uncomfortable under his gaze so I started walking quickly towards the hen house. I could hear his footsteps behind me.
“Could آپ help me?” I asked him. I wondered if he had any farming experience.
“Of course.” he replied heading towards a hen. It seems he did know what he was doing. He picked up the hen holding its wings, grabbed the egg quickly then placed the hen back. He turned to me after he had done this.
“Are آپ going to help یا am I doing it all?” He smirked.
I rolled my eyes and collected two eggs that didn’t have hens sitting on سب, سب سے اوپر of them.
We finished shortly and made our way back to the house. Good thing my mother only wanted a few eggs because we could only find three. She must have collected eggs recently.
I took our eggs into the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and when I walked into the sitting room, I was absolutely shocked at the scene before me!
“Hello Charles” I spoke directly to him.
He smiled at me. “Hello Esme. How are you?” The way he looked at me. . .he looked like he was in love but maybe I was just exaggerating.
“I am fine thank you,” I replied to him. Then turning to everyone else I کہا “Why don’t we go get comfortable in the sitting room?” Our small group moved through the hallways of our largish house until we reached the sitting room just off the hall. “I’ll go put on a record to listen to”
The parents started up conversation as I made my way to the record player. It was sitting on a small mahogany میز, جدول with a built in shelf in it. I kneeled down and started looking through are records.
“Which one is your favorite?” A voice asked suddenly اگلے to me. I jumped, startled. “Oh I’m sorry.” The voice کہا again. “I didn’t mean to scare you”
I looked over to see Charles kneeling down beside me but behind me a bit so I didn’t see him in my peripheral vision.
“Its alright. I really like Jazz but I am open to pretty much everything.” I replied.
He smiled another smile at me. “Jazz is my پسندیدہ too.” He seemed very happy of this fact.
I decided I’d had enough of the chit-chat. I wanted to discuss his “offer”.
Chapter 6
“Charles, my father informed me of your request.”
“Ah, yes. And what did آپ say?”
“I told him I would consider it and I shall tell آپ the same” I replied in my most lady-like manner.
“Well, that’s better than a ‘no’” He replied. I smiled slightly at his optimism.
Think of how happy your father will be I thought to myself. He would be very pleased. And my mother would be excited about the wedding. She’d want to arrange it of course. What would it hurt if I did marry Charles? At least I’d have somebody. Why not? I’ll do it! I’ll marry Charles!
I finally made my decision. I wasn’t in love with him but in a few months یا years time I could learn to be.
The thing was though, when would I tell him. Not today. It was to soon. Maybe in a few days time when we get to know each other even better I would let him know. For now I would pretend to think about it.
“You can pick the record” I کہا to him.
He shuffled through the collection until he found one of our jazz records. I put it on the record player and we moved to the سوفی, لٹانا to chat with the rest of our family.
“Mother I’ll go get the snacks from the kitchen”
“Alright Esme. Thank you” She replied. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I pulled out our silver tray and started ہے رہا ہو لوڈ with fruit, cinnamon rolls and things my mother had made this morning. I was about to go back into the room but I froze when I heard their discussion. The men-John, Charles and my father-had gone outside and my mother and Annika were chatting now.
“I hope she does say yes. It would be good for her.” My mother sighed.
“Yes. It would be very good for Charles too. He seems very set on your daughter. He likes her very much.” Annika replied.
“I’m glad. I used to think Esme liked him too. I guess I was wrong. I think she might say yes though”
“Why do آپ think so?”
“Did آپ see them earlier? He is very charming and Esme will want to please people so I think she’ll say yes” I chose this moment to walk into the room. I’d had enough of my mothers hopeless gossiping habit.
“Here are the snacks mother. Where are the men?” I asked though I was pretty sure I already knew.
“They went outside,” I knew it! I’m good. “Thank آپ for getting the food, honey.”
“Your welcome mother”
“Esme, have آپ decided what your going to say to my son?” Annika asked me.
“Um…” Shoot! What do I tell her? I thought to myself. “No, not yet?” My uncertainty of what to say made it sound like a question.
“That’s quite alright dear” She laughed “I was just curious”
“Oh” I really hoped she wouldn’t tell him what I said. Just then, the fellows came back into the house.
“Oh yum,” John کہا reaching for a cinnamon roll “That looks delicious, Carol!”
“Thank you, John” my mother replied. “Esme, can آپ go get some eggs from the hen house? I only need about 3 یا 4. آپ can take Charles with you”
“Okay mother” I replied. I knew what her scheme was. She was trying to get me and Charles to spend some alone time together. “Come on Charles” I کہا as I turned towards the door. As we walked out, the sun touched my skin warming it. I closed my eyes as I stood on our front porch just basking in the sun. I opened my eyes when I felt eyes on me. I glanced towards Charles to see him staring intently a my face with a slight smile on his lips. It made me feel uncomfortable under his gaze so I started walking quickly towards the hen house. I could hear his footsteps behind me.
“Could آپ help me?” I asked him. I wondered if he had any farming experience.
“Of course.” he replied heading towards a hen. It seems he did know what he was doing. He picked up the hen holding its wings, grabbed the egg quickly then placed the hen back. He turned to me after he had done this.
“Are آپ going to help یا am I doing it all?” He smirked.
I rolled my eyes and collected two eggs that didn’t have hens sitting on سب, سب سے اوپر of them.
We finished shortly and made our way back to the house. Good thing my mother only wanted a few eggs because we could only find three. She must have collected eggs recently.
I took our eggs into the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and when I walked into the sitting room, I was absolutely shocked at the scene before me!
When she first looked into her daughters dark chocolate eyes she felt love and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt love for this little one.
A kind of love she had never felt before:of love and protection. The kind of love a mother feels.A love so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt love and happiness forever.
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A kind of love she had never felt before:of love and protection. The kind of love a mother feels.A love so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt love and happiness forever.
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10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie کہا Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” سے طرف کی The Police. When she asks why the hell آپ did it, say that she reminds آپ of Roxanne.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie کہا Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” سے طرف کی The Police. When she asks why the hell آپ did it, say that she reminds آپ of Roxanne.