Esme's POV

London England was beautiful in winter. It was early in the morning when I went out to see the city come to life. Coming to England was a gift from my parents for my sixteenth birthday, which was back in April. However, I chose to go in December because I love the snow.

I made my way to the small park just a few blocks from the hotel. As I was walking over to the bench to sit, I noticed something. It was the top of Big Ben, the clock tower. I needed a picture of it for my scarp book.

I tried to stand on the bench to take a better picture, but no luck. I had to get higher off the ground. Then I saw it. It was a huge Oak tree. I had been climbing trees since….well since I was able to walk.

I wrapped my Polaroid Camera around my neck and shimmied my way up the tree. I found the perfect spot to take the picture; it was one of the top braches of the tree. I forced myself to climb higher and higher. The branches were slick from the ice that had frozen over the night before.

When I reached the branch, I adjusted myself and was ready to take the picture when I lost my balance. I fell, tumbling out of the tree and to the snowy ground below. I was ready for the pain.

When I finally hit the ground I heard a loud "CRACK". I looked up to see if a branch was flying towards my head. However, it was not a branch that made the noise. It was my leg. Soon the pain consumed me.

It was so early in the morning. What would I do for help? I could scream, but no one could hear me. I could wait, but who knows how long that might be. Should I move? Should I stay where I am? I had no clue. All I knew was that my leg hurt like hell.

Then I noticed a figure jogging towards me through the fog. As the figure came closer I could see that it was a man. He looked to be about my age maybe a little older.

"Don't move" he ordered "It's broken."

"Hey back off buddy" I said sternly "I can handle this myself"

"No you can't" he replied with a concerned look "trust me I know these things. Let me make you a splint"

Before I could protest the man yanked two stakes out of the ground. Then he knelt down in front of me. For the first time I noticed how beautiful his blond hair was. It was gorgeous and lightly dusted with snowflakes.

He reached for my leg and straightened it out. I flinched in pain. "Sorry" he whispered with the kindest voice. His English accent was so romantic….like one out of a soap opera…or and old-fashioned movie. I mean he even looked like he could be in one.

We looked at each other for a moment, a moment that I would never forget. His eyes were spectacular. They were bright gold. Not yellow, but bright gold, almost a honey colored. I had never seen eyes like his before.

Finally he took off his scarf and used it to tie the splint together.

"Well, I'm going to take you to the hospital now" he replied with a smile.

"WHAT, NO" I screamed "I'm not going to trust some man that I just met. For all I know you could be some pedophile.

"Oh yes, and you're the genius girl who decided to climb an icy tree" he laughed. He was clearly amused by my rant on strangers.

"Touché" I smiled back "but I still don't trust you…I mean I don't even know your name."

"Oh my name right" He began "I'm Carlisle… Carlisle Cullen….and I am not a pedophile….and you" He stuck out his hand for me to shake.

I laughed "Esme… Esme Platt….I was trying to take a picture of Big Ben." I said while I took his hand.

However, what happened next surprised me. Instead of shaking my hand he kisses it.

"Uhhh…excuse me" I exclaimed while yanking my hand back"

"Sorry…again" he murmured in a flirty tone "My father has always told me to kiss the hand of a beautiful young lady.

Right then I swear I melted…..literally melted. He was perfect…absolutely perfect...like a Greek God. And he thought I was beautiful. Hell if my leg hurts this is officially the best day of my life.