“Oh no thank you, dear.” Esme took a seat on the couch. I followed her lead and sat in my chair across from her. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here,” she said before I could comment.
“Well, yes, the thought did cross my mind.”
She looked around again. “Is Isabella here?”
“Yes,” I answered. “She just went to her room to get something. I’m sure she’ll be out shortly.”
“Oh. Well, good,” she said shifting in her seat slightly. My aunt was a very composed woman and for her to be nervous I knew it had to be something serious she wanted to discuss.
It would be better to get to the bottom of this quickly. “What is it, Esme?”
“Edward, I don’t know what happened Sunday between you and your uncle, but he is extremely upset about it. I may not know what’s going on, but I’m not stupid. I know whatever it is it has to do with Isabella. Maybe if the two of you talked…”
“No,” I said making it clear that I was not about to budge.
She looked at me almost pleading. “It is about Isabella isn’t it?”
“She’s seems to be a sweet girl. I don’t see why…”
I had no idea what my uncle had told her, but I figured there was no sense in sugar coating this for her. She may not need to know about my lifestyle, but as far as I was concerned, Isabella was going to be a permanent fixture in my life. “Carlisle does not approve of my relationship with Isabella.”
“Edward that doesn’t make any sense. I know you’re uncle…”
“He doesn’t like me,” Isabella whispered.