Okay, new story. I've got a good feeling about this one. I've got at least 15 chapters done already. So first chapter is up. Give me so feedback via Review and I might post another chapter sooner. Otherwise, I will post every Tuesday. I'll have you warned this will be a long story and it will take many chapters to get to the really good stuff. Also I will flip between Bella POV and Edward POV as well as 3rd POV. If you don't like it, well I'm sorry. Oh and if I made mistakes I'm sorry I type every chapter on my tablet without a keyboard attachment... So basically I'm texting my chapters. Lol. If it really bothers you, please ask to be my beta! I would love a beta! :)

A debutante or deb is a young girl or young woman of an aristocratic or upper class family who has reached maturity and, as a new adult, comes out into society at a formal "debut." Meaning the young girl or young woman is now old enough to be married, and part of the purpose of coming out was to display her to eligible bachelors and their families with a view to marriage within a select circle.

BPOV

Tonight I will make my appearance into society as a woman.

A woman of marrying age.

Deep breaths.

The thought that I could have a male suitor by the end of tonight made my stomach drop.

I was a bundle of nerves.

Every year right after high school graduation our community host a formal ball where potential suitors can come and ladies between ages 17 and 21 are showcased to society as respectable women.

Our community is a very wealthy one. Almost every single girl minus one or two in our town has been primped and primed since birth to become your modern day June Cleaver.

But more than that we lived for it. We have been dreaming of our future husbands and our weddings since we were little girls.

And each of us is extremely competitive.

If one of us was to leave the debutant ball and not have a single marriage offer it would be devastating to the girl. So if you are female you work hard, to reach the closest to perfection as you can get.

But the guys work hard too. They must have good paying jobs to provide for their wives. If a man didn't have a good job his offer would get denied and he could possibly end up with one of the less fortunate looking girls.

Let me make one thing clear though. Just because you get an offer doesn't mean you have to get married. But if no one made an offer, it would be like a wound to the ego more than anything. It's not like our fathers try to pawn us off at 17. Some girls don't want to make a debut until 21 or like Bree for instance, she doesn't care about going out and starting a family at all. But Rose and I on the other hand…

Having a husband that loves us and kisses us goodbye each morning before work and feeling life grow within our bodies….

It's our dream job.

I have waited my entire life this day. But now that the day of the debut is here upon me…

Well my stomach is in knots.

We live in a small town of like 3,506 people. Not everyone in the world raises their daughters to become the perfect house wife. But I will tell you this, men come from hundreds of miles every year to see the selection of females. It sounds bad. But it's really not. Women around here are treated like gold.

A priceless vase.

Fragile.

Feminine.

Dainty.

And our husbands will treat us in the same regard. This does not mean we give 100% submission to our husbands. If we disagree with our husbands we have every right to voice our thoughts but at the end of the day the final decision is made by the head of the house. The women show deep respect to their husbands and the men cherish their wives. This method has worked for hundreds of years and our divorce rate is practically non existent.

I checked the time on my iPhone.

The debutante ball was in less than 8 hours.

My dress was perfect, it looked perfect, fit perfect.

It was a strapless white gown that was tight in the bodice, it had a sweetheart neckline, a full skirt, and had beadwork that started at the top and faded toward the bottom torso. It was a gown fit for a princess. My mother cried the first time she saw me in my gown. It was a lovely contrast with my molten chocolate colored eyes and my dark thick brown wavy locks. I was so excited to wear it.

*Knock knock*

"Isabella."

I heard my mother's voice on the other side of the door. Before I could get up off the bed she opened the door and walked in.

"Oh my Baby! She's becoming a woman tonight, no longer my little girl." My mom had big fat crocodile tears in her eyes as she came over to where I was sitting on my bed.

"Mom, your getting tears near my dress. Please don't cry. I'll always be your baby. I promise." I moved the dress away from where I had been admiring it on my bed. Carefully, I zipped the garment bag back up and hung it on the back of my closet door. I turned around and looked back at mom and she gave me a watery smile. She took a deep breath blowing it out through her mouth.

"Okay, okay. You're right this is not how a lady is supposed to act. I'm going to collect myself then we are leaving for the salon. Rosalie and Mrs. Sarah are meeting us there. Hop to it baby." She swatted playfully hitting my butt before leaving the room, pulling the door closed softly behind her.

Turning back to my closest I choose a white fitted spaghetti strap sundress with a floral cutout trim and the bottom and a pair of white heels that had a strap around the ankle. I paired it with silver drop earrings and put my hair in high ponytail to leave my neck exposed. My full, long, natural wavy ringlets made my ponytail look very fashionable.

I choose a red coach clutch and a few silver bangles to complete my look. I cut my light off as I exited my room closing the door behind me.

"Mom, I'm ready to go. What do you think?" I asked as I gave a spin.

"I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Well, aside from your mother of course." My father said planting a kiss on the side of my forehead.

"Trying to earn brownie points are we Charles?" My mother said with her hands on her hips and a playful smile before my dad grabbed her and dipped her low kissing her lips.

"Well that depends. Is it working?" My mother giggled and gave my dad another kiss before he brought her back up.

"Well I wanted breakfast but now not so much." I said rolling my eyes.

The truth was that when I saw my parents like that it just made me want what they have more. They've been married for twenty years and they still are madly in love.

"You hush." My mom said pointing at me. Before turning back to my dad.

"And you, I'll see you later. Maybe I'll let you cash in your brownie points." My mom told my dad flirtatiously. Both departing from one last kiss.

"Okay love birds, you might be empty nesters soon. I could meet my husband tonight. And then you both get to watch him grope on me." I said laughing at my father's frown.

"Yeah I don't know Bells, maybe we should wait until your twenty one before you debut."

My heart pounded in my chest. If I didn't debut tonight I would miss it with all my friends not to mention what if I missed my truelove because I didn't go tonight.

"Daddy no, I already have my dress. I can't back out now." I said to him.

As the head of the house he could easily make a snap decision causing me to wait another three years.

"I'm kidding Isabella. You should see your face. I thought it was funny until I started to worry you were going to faint."

"Ha. Ha." I told him.

"Okay you two. Bella we need to get a move on it. Charles you need to start getting ready by 4." My mom told us walking to the door that lead to the garage.

Hugging my father I heard my mother jingle her keys, calling out to me.

"Isabella Marie."

"I'm coming." The only sounds to be heard were the rapid click of my stilettos running across the marble flooring.