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Post by Esme Cullen on Jun 13, 2009 9:49:06 GMT -5
Oh No You DIDN’T
It was an unusually quiet Saturday, the boys had been strangely good all day and Esme was beginning to grow suspicious. She was sure they were up to something but she couldn’t work out what. Esme ran a duster over the mantelpiece; it was usual to find Esme cleaning the house on the weekends. It was usually Saturdays she found pieces of her most prized possessions hidden under sofas and in drawers. She guessed that was why most of them seemed to have retreated out of her sight.
She hummed the tune Edward had written on the piano, it was her favourite and she often found herself humming it. Her thoughts wandered to the up coming wedding, everything was in full swing now and Alice kept disappearing and returning with designer items for the wedding. Esme was very excited about it, she had worried for years that Carlisle had changed Edward too young and that was why he wasn’t finding himself anyone to share his existence with. But thankfully he had found Bella and she was someone Esme very much admired and loved.
Esme moved from the mantelpiece and started polishing her prized dining table, it belonged to the French royal family, during the revolution all the families items were auctioned off and Esme had brought it from an auction a little while later. She’d spent a good month restoring it to its original state and was incredibly proud of it.
As she polished it her eyes fell on a large scratch that started on the centre of the table and continued down to the head. Esme’s eyes widened as she inspected the damage, it would take a lot to repair. The boys knew that out of all her possessions her dining table was most definitely off limits. There were many rules surrounding it such as; no sudden movements, no breathing, no slightly angry or destructive thoughts around the table, most certainly no touching the table without asking her permission first. Family meetings tended be around the table and usually she was on edge all the way through, encase someone lost their temper and reduced it to splinters.
Esme straightened herself up her anger starting to show on her usually pleasant face. She was actually considering asking Alice to watch her table so she could inform Esme if anyone was plotting against it. “EMMETT CULLEN” she shouted loudly, were ever he was he was bound to hear her and pick up the fury in her voice. She waited impatiently for him to come to her. Of course she couldn’t be sure it was him, but usually when something in the house was broken it was down to him.
Word Count. 448
Status. Finnished.
Extra Notes.
LALALALA
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