BPOV.

The rain made it almost impossible to keep on driving, so I decided to sleep in Forks, Washington. My father, Charlie, lives in this town, an hour from Seattle, where my job search will begin. After graduating in Literature, I've written several romance novels, since I love the classics so much. Life as a writer has been good; fame is not part of my life but it's nice to pay the bills writing.

So today, in search for a steady job, I've decided to look up in Seattle. I could just stay in my hometown down in Arizona, with my mother, but it's been long since I've spend time with my father, and I wish to bound up more with him.

I called him to ask where was his house. It's a small town, but it's irrecognizable under this heavy rain, and it's been over 11 years since I last visited. Charlie gave me directions, and after 25 minutes, I parked outside his small, and same old white house.

He helped me unpack under his huge, black umbrella, and once inside, he hugged me. "Welcome home, Bella" he said, as he hung my wet jacket. He opened a bottle of wine (after remembering I'm 25) and we shared a couple stories and memories of when we used to spend more time together. He talked about his old and new friends (new for me, at least) and a woman he has been dating.

He said her name was Brenda Newton, and she was sweet, caring and sometimes she spent days and nights over to make him company. This made me happy. He was looking forward for us to meet, and so did I.

We climbed the stairs, and he showed me the old room I used to sleep in when I came over. It was unfurnished, except for the bed and the built in closet. I kept my luggage inside the closet and prepared my bed, after getting ready to sleep.

The next day was quiet, no rain over my roof but I smelled a lot of bacon and coffee, which I love smelling in my sleep. I pushed my sheets and went to the kitchen, to find a beautiful woman, the kind you know is also beautiful inside. She introduced herself, and placed a third breakfast plate on the table. "Let's do something fun today" she said, and Charlie was happy that "his girls" would spend some quality time knowing each other.

I told her I wanted to go on a job hunt in Seattle, and she opted for joining, since she lived and knows Seattle too well, although she plans to move permanently to Forks and live in with my father.

While we drove to Seattle, I told her about my plans.

"I studied literature, and I have published a couple books. While I write some more, I'd be happy to earn a living by doing something that wouldn't interfere with my writing time".
Brenda grabbed her chin, gently, and after slightly thinking, her eyes popped open.

"Do you like art?" she asked.
"I have a cousin who works on an Art Gallery, and he needs someone to help him sell the paintings. It's a part-time job, so I'm guessing the time is not an issue".

This excited me, and I wanted to talk to Brenda's cousin right away, so she guided me to the Gallery. The walls were white, but the lightning was dim. The classic wooden floors gave the Gallery's finishing touch. Every painting was gorgeous, this man had taste.

Brenda looked around as we waited in reception, kinda impatient, as if she was too familiarized with this beautiful place. "Ah, Mike, here you are" she said to someone behind me, and I turned around in reflection. A guy my age, apparently, with blonde hair and a baby face walk to greet Brenda. Our gaze met, and his eyes popped for a second, that felt like an hour, and his smile widened. He hugged Brenda and then turned to me. "Mike Newton, nice to meet you" he said, as he offered his hand.

"Bella, this is my nephew, Mike", Brenda said as I grabbed his hand and greeted him.
"Bella Swan, pleasure" I managed to say.

Turns out, that Brenda's cousin is stepping away from the Gallery, and it's Mike's to manage. It was obvious that I caught his eye (sometimes you just know) and he was happy for me to work there. He showed us around, and he explained roughly some of the painting's details. After that, he showed me a list of the collectors that frecuented his gallery.

"You have to pay special attention to the ones with a mark. Those are the ones who come more often and know their art history" Mike mumbled.
There were few names with a mark, but it caught my attention that there was a "Cullen family" section, from which three out of seven listed, were underlined.

"The whole family knows and loves art, but its Dr. Carlisle, Mrs. Esme, and Edward who come by the most."

I haven't met them yet, but their names chilled me to the core. My heart jumped as I heard them, maybe because I was so nervous. Dr. Carlisle... I barely knew about art and now I had to impress a Doctor... I hope it's a Medical degree and not a PhD in arts or something.

Mike joined us for lunch. We gathered at a nearby diner and chatted a bit. I commented that it would be a better idea if I moved to Seattle, instead of driving 2 hours daily if I stayed in Forks.
"My next door neighbor just moved out, yesterday. It's affordable and peaceful. Want to check the building?" I was starting to feel a lot of niceness from this Mike guy, but he was making my life easier. So we went off to see his building, and I couldn't ask for more. It was comfortable, one bedroom, clean, and quiet.

"If you want a couple of days to settle up, you can start working in a week... if you want the time" Mike offered, with his cheeks blushed and a stutter on his tounge.

"Thanks", I replied," but I actually just need two days. I can start on Monday."

He smiled a huge smile, and kissed his aunt goodbye. We drove back to Forks to tell Charlie about our day, and how I am moving to Seattle.

Hey, guys. I apologize if this first chapter is kinda boring... but it's just the beginning! I promise to spice things up as this story unfolds.