I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. No copyright infringement intended. Thanks for all your help, Sherry (Banshee69). Sherry has been a godsend to me. She helped me with the summary & with the title.

Sequel to 'My Lucky Charm'.

POV- Isabella

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Being back in Forkchaun has felt odd to say the least. People stare at me like I'm a fish in a tiny little bowl. It's bad enough that I'm their princess, but I'm the one that was bound to a human and released as well.

People like to stop, point and stare at me. They openly talk about me like I'm not even there. They can say some very disturbing and hurtful things.

"I wonder what she did to cause him to release her?"

"So do you think they had sex?"

"I bet he just couldn't deal with her."

Those were just a few things I hear in conversation in passing. It bothers me, but not as much as it should. I know the truth about my time with Edward and that's all that matters.

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When my papa found out about my return, to say he was happy would be an understatement. I didn't think our embrace would ever end?

When he heard the commotion in my room, he came barging into my room causing the door to slam against the wall. Angela and I screamed as we jumped from fright.

Papa stalked in like an angry lion and then he saw me. His face crumbled. "Isabella." He sobs out as he holds out his arms.

"Papa." I cried and ran into his waiting arms and he held me tight.

He finally gathers enough energy to move us over to the small couch, I have located under the window in my room.

He sits there holding my face in his hands while tears stream down his timeworn face. He's aged several years it seems in the six months I've been gone. I reached up holding onto his wrists as my own tears fall freely.

"How?" He wants to know how it's possible I'm home.

"I'll tell you everything, Papa, but not right now. I'm so tired. Would you mind terribly if we talk tomorrow?"

He looked disappointed, but agreed. "Of course, you must be exhausted. You get some rest and I'll see you in the morning for breakfast, yes?"

He was so hopeful how could I deny him? "I'll be there." I offer with a nod.

He kisses my forehead and stands to leave. "It's so wonderful to have you back, princess."

I cringe at the use of that name. "I'm glad to be back, Papa."

He closes the door as he leaves and I curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep that night, dreaming of green eyes, auburn hair, first kisses, and I love you's.