Mail Order Bride
Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephanie
Meyer. No copyright infringement is meant. I am using the characters for
enjoyment purposes only.
Disclaimer: This fic is rated "M" for language,
violence, and sexual situations. If you are under 18, SCRAM! It is not my job to
police you. If you don't like what you are reading, STOP!
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Chapter 6
Alice hummed to herself as she walked to pick up the post for the day. For
some reason, she felt today was the day something wonderful would be happening.
Call it a feeling, but something was about to change everything in their lives.
Edward had made her take the advertisement for a bride out of the paper. Not
that any woman had ever replied anyway. What did it take to get a new wife for
her brother? He wasn't that bad, was he?
The bell over the door jingled as she opened in. "Hello, Mr. Yorkie," she
sang out.
He looked up from the pile of mail in front of him. "Ah, Miss Alice. How
lovely to see you again. How are you on this beautiful day?"
"Wonderful as always. Did my father's medical journals come in yet?"
"Yes. Just one moment and I will fetch them for you," he said, disappearing
into the back room for a moment. When he returned, he had a thick package
wrapped in paper and twine. "Here you are, Miss Alice. I'm sure your father will
be very happy to receive them."
"Yes, he will be. He has been waiting for them."
"Well, good day to you miss," Mr. Yorkie said, returning to his sorting.
"Good day to you as well," Alice returned.
She was just opening the door, when Mr. Yorkie said, "Oh, Miss Alice! There
is a letter here addressed to you. I just pulled it from the pile here."
Turning around, Alice walked back toward him. In his hand was a thin
envelope. "Thank you so much!"
Alice took the letter. She felt a shiver pass through her when she did.
Odd.
On the front it said,
Alice Cullen
Chicago, Illinois
The postmark was from Washington. I don't know anyone in Washington.
She almost opened it then, but something told her to wait until she returned
home. Thanking Mr. Yorkie again, she made her way back to her home. Something
wonderful….
Upon entering her home, she was greeted by her parents, Dr. Carlisle and Esme
Cullen.
"Here you are father," she said, handing him the thick package.
"Thank you Alice. I have been waiting for these for some time now," he said,
practically salivating in anticipation of reading them.
"What is that, dear?" Esme asked her, noticing the letter.
"Oh, this came in the post for me today. It's from Washington," Alice told
her, holding up for Esme to see.
"Who do you know in Washington?" Carlisle spoke up.
"No one that I know of. I wonder what it's about?" Alice said.
"Well, you won't know if you don't open it," Esme teased.
Opening the letter, Alice read through it. Then she squealed. She started
bouncing up and down excitedly.
"This is it. The answer I've been waiting for!" she laughed.
Esme and Carlisle looked on in amusement. "Something good?" Esme asked.
Alice handed them the letter. Esme took it and read aloud:
To: Miss/Ms./Mrs. Alice Cullen
My name is Isabella Swan. I live in Seattle, Washington. I am sending you
this letter in regards to the advertisement you posted in the Chicago Press a
month ago. The one about the bride. I would like to accept that offer if it is
still available.
I will tell you something of myself. My name, as I said, is Isabella, but my
family and friends all refer to me as Bella. I am 17 years old, and will turn 18
in September. I am the youngest of 4, all boys before me. My father is the Chief
of Police here. My mother passed when I was only 3.
As to the specifications in your advertisement, I have kept the home of my
father and brother's for many years now. I am very skilled in the kitchen. I
also have a 3 year old nephew, whom I adore and am very skilled at taking care
of.
I realize I am young and therefore viewed by many as incapable, however, I
would like to add that I will work very hard and prove that I am capable to do
the things which I have stated above.
If this offer has already been filled, I thank you for your time in reading
this letter. If I do not hear from you before the Winter, I will know you do not
accept my proposition.
Kindest regards to you and your family,
Isabella Swan
Seattle, Washington
"When did you do this?" Carlisle questioned when Esme had finished reading.
"Two months ago. I placed an advertisement in the Press, but I never got a
reply from anyone. Until Now!"
"What are you going to do now?" Esme asked.
"Send for Edward's bride!"
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Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephanie
Meyer. No copyright infringement is meant. I am using the characters for
enjoyment purposes only.
Disclaimer: This fic is rated "M" for language,
violence, and sexual situations. If you are under 18, SCRAM! It is not my job to
police you. If you don't like what you are reading, STOP!
#--------
Chapter 6
Alice hummed to herself as she walked to pick up the post for the day. For
some reason, she felt today was the day something wonderful would be happening.
Call it a feeling, but something was about to change everything in their lives.
Edward had made her take the advertisement for a bride out of the paper. Not
that any woman had ever replied anyway. What did it take to get a new wife for
her brother? He wasn't that bad, was he?
The bell over the door jingled as she opened in. "Hello, Mr. Yorkie," she
sang out.
He looked up from the pile of mail in front of him. "Ah, Miss Alice. How
lovely to see you again. How are you on this beautiful day?"
"Wonderful as always. Did my father's medical journals come in yet?"
"Yes. Just one moment and I will fetch them for you," he said, disappearing
into the back room for a moment. When he returned, he had a thick package
wrapped in paper and twine. "Here you are, Miss Alice. I'm sure your father will
be very happy to receive them."
"Yes, he will be. He has been waiting for them."
"Well, good day to you miss," Mr. Yorkie said, returning to his sorting.
"Good day to you as well," Alice returned.
She was just opening the door, when Mr. Yorkie said, "Oh, Miss Alice! There
is a letter here addressed to you. I just pulled it from the pile here."
Turning around, Alice walked back toward him. In his hand was a thin
envelope. "Thank you so much!"
Alice took the letter. She felt a shiver pass through her when she did.
Odd.
On the front it said,
Alice Cullen
Chicago, Illinois
The postmark was from Washington. I don't know anyone in Washington.
She almost opened it then, but something told her to wait until she returned
home. Thanking Mr. Yorkie again, she made her way back to her home. Something
wonderful….
Upon entering her home, she was greeted by her parents, Dr. Carlisle and Esme
Cullen.
"Here you are father," she said, handing him the thick package.
"Thank you Alice. I have been waiting for these for some time now," he said,
practically salivating in anticipation of reading them.
"What is that, dear?" Esme asked her, noticing the letter.
"Oh, this came in the post for me today. It's from Washington," Alice told
her, holding up for Esme to see.
"Who do you know in Washington?" Carlisle spoke up.
"No one that I know of. I wonder what it's about?" Alice said.
"Well, you won't know if you don't open it," Esme teased.
Opening the letter, Alice read through it. Then she squealed. She started
bouncing up and down excitedly.
"This is it. The answer I've been waiting for!" she laughed.
Esme and Carlisle looked on in amusement. "Something good?" Esme asked.
Alice handed them the letter. Esme took it and read aloud:
To: Miss/Ms./Mrs. Alice Cullen
My name is Isabella Swan. I live in Seattle, Washington. I am sending you
this letter in regards to the advertisement you posted in the Chicago Press a
month ago. The one about the bride. I would like to accept that offer if it is
still available.
I will tell you something of myself. My name, as I said, is Isabella, but my
family and friends all refer to me as Bella. I am 17 years old, and will turn 18
in September. I am the youngest of 4, all boys before me. My father is the Chief
of Police here. My mother passed when I was only 3.
As to the specifications in your advertisement, I have kept the home of my
father and brother's for many years now. I am very skilled in the kitchen. I
also have a 3 year old nephew, whom I adore and am very skilled at taking care
of.
I realize I am young and therefore viewed by many as incapable, however, I
would like to add that I will work very hard and prove that I am capable to do
the things which I have stated above.
If this offer has already been filled, I thank you for your time in reading
this letter. If I do not hear from you before the Winter, I will know you do not
accept my proposition.
Kindest regards to you and your family,
Isabella Swan
Seattle, Washington
"When did you do this?" Carlisle questioned when Esme had finished reading.
"Two months ago. I placed an advertisement in the Press, but I never got a
reply from anyone. Until Now!"
"What are you going to do now?" Esme asked.
"Send for Edward's bride!"
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