“Nothing in the world matters less to me than my father’s opinion.”

I return the dress to the rack. The metal part of the hanger drags across the metal display fixture, causing a screech. It’s an everyday noise made by an everyday thing, but in the contrived refinement of the boutique, it sounds as out of place as I feel.

I flatten my palms against my cheeks hoping my embarrassment won’t show, but it’s a waste of effort. When I look at Edward, my face is on fire.

“If neither of us cares what your dad thinks of me, why do I need a dress?”

“Because you will care; you just don’t realize it.”

What he’s saying seems so wrong. I care about him and not much else.

“I won’t,” I insist.

“This is something small I can do for you.” Sighing, he rubs his temples with his fingertips. “Would you please let me?”

There’s a slight desperation to his voice; I’ve never heard anything like it. It makes me wonder what this is really about.

“Do you honestly believe your father will think less of you if I wear something I already have?”

“No, but you’ll think less of yourself.”

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  1. on 08 Feb 2011 at 2:27 amWGenna

    Whoa. So this is a bit of what went down between them. Very interesting. Great teaser and I’m looking forward to reading the chapter. Thanks for posting!


  2. on 08 Feb 2011 at 6:49 amElizabeth440

    Yay! So glad to see the next chapter is on its way!


  3. on 09 Feb 2011 at 10:10 amMelody aka sunshinemommy

    Oh, Izzy. He’s actually right. She does care, even when she thinks she doesn’t. And, he cares, too, even when he’s adamant that he doesn’t. They’re both so busy looking for the love and approval they missed at home that they can’t even see that they have it in each other.


  4. on 10 Feb 2011 at 5:59 amSasha

    And Edward is just so right.
    For a girl like Bella at that point in time it was very important to feel comfortable and not out of place, and looking good always helps.
    And I can’t wait for the chapter though in no way want to push you.
    Waiting makes it more special, you can say.