WARNING: This is a very old story, written over a long period of time so it isn't the best and it has discrepancies but I wanted to keep it up as it shows my writing development. Thank you.
Who would ever have guessed that the sister of Isabella Sw...
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Chapter 85 - Wedding Fever
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"Bella's daughter is so much bigger than I thought she'd be. I haven't been away for very long, less than two years and this girl looks like she could pass for an eleven year old. It doesn't make sense. And then they try and say that Charlie didn't know there was something weird going on. I'm sure he noticed a baby growing ten years in less than two. " Attarah ranted on, mostly out of boredom from where she sat in Caius' art gallery. He was painting a new portrait of her for his wall and she was bored. He wanted her to be the reference rather than a photo to spend time with her but he was jus staring at her for the minute as she babbled on.
"Why did you stop?" she questioned and he chuckled. They had been doing the painting over the past three days and every few hours he had to stop as she got bored but he painted through memory during the night. He had stopped because he'd finally finished.
" I've finished"
"yay" she grinned at him and stood up, walking toward him to see it for the first time. He hadn't allowed her to see it until it was finished.
The black and white image of her was her sat on one of his white leather chairs in a black silk dress and black heels. Her hair was down and she was looking into the distance beside a mirror. It was sexy and it shocked her.
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