I grabbed her arm to stop her, gently tugging her to me."Please don't go. I'm Isabella Swan but my friends call me Bella.""I don't have many friends here, may I call you Bella?
It's just one dance; I promise I don't bite."The beautiful girl in my arms smiled at me shyly."I'm Edward, by the way.""I know. " She bit her lower lip which was also totally adorable, and nodded.
Once we were there, I stood against the wall, arms crossed, looking very unapproachable.
Trust me, that was more painful than anything else they could have thrown at me.
Carlisle and Esme got dressed up but I threw on a pair of ripped jeans, an old concert tee shirt and swore I was going to sit out every, single, stupid dance.
The latter two I blame on my wife and kids, both had given me lots to laugh at and more than enough to worry about.
My beautiful wife, Bella, had been the biggest source of my laughter and happiness.