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Moonlight spilled into the Black Family's living room, casting a solemn and dignified glow over the ancient furniture and tapestries. Mia stood before the massive fireplace, her fingers gently tracing the cold stone wall, feeling the faint vibrations that emanated from deep within.
She could sense the history of this room, every corner brimming with stories.
Since arriving in this world, she had fallen in love with everything here.
This was Edward's home, and she had been invited to his Christmas party.
"You don't belong here, half-blood." A cold voice shattered the silence; it was Emily, a member of the Black Family, her gaze filled with disdain.
Mia turned around, surprised to see Emily. Yet, in the next moment, her voice was calm and resolute. "I am here because I choose to be. I respect this family and your rules."
Emily scoffed as she approached Mia, her eyes sharp as knives. "Respect? You don't even respect your own bloodline; what makes you think you can respect us?"
Mia took a deep breath, knowing she had to remain composed. "My bloodline is not something I can choose, but I can choose how to live and how to become a better version of myself."
At that moment, Edward walked in. His gaze flickered between the two before settling on Mia. "Emily, enough. Mia is our guest; we should treat her with courtesy."
Emily turned to Edward, her expression softening slightly. "Edward, you always side with her, but she doesn't deserve your trust."
Edward stepped closer to Mia, his voice firm. "I believe in her, and that's all that matters."
Edward already knew Mia's identity; he did not shy away or look at her differently. Instead, he loved her even more.
Emily shook her head and turned to leave, but paused at the door, glancing back to throw out a parting remark: "Be careful, half-blood. This family's secrets run deeper than you think."
Mia watched Emily's retreating figure before turning to Edward, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Edward."
Edward gently took her hand. "You don't need to thank me, Mia. I know who you are, and that's enough."
Their gazes met in the air, a silent understanding flowing between them.
Mia knew that despite the challenges she faced within the Black Family, at least she had Edward's support.
In the Charlie household's dining room, the aroma of breakfast filled the air. Bella sat at the table, her eyes occasionally darting toward the window where Mia and Edward were walking together.
A whirlwind of complex emotions swirled within Bella. Once the center of Edward's attention and his beloved, everything had changed with Mia's arrival.
"Bella, what's wrong with you today?" Charlie noticed his daughter's unusual demeanor and asked with concern.
Bella forced a smile, her voice tinged with unease. "It's nothing, Dad. I'm just a bit tired."
Charlie nodded but his eyes betrayed his worry. He turned to Mia in an attempt to change the subject. "Mia, you and Edward seem to be getting quite close lately."
A blush crept across Mia's face as she lowered her gaze and softly replied, "We're just friends, Charlie."
Yes, in the past, she and Edward were like lovers, just a confession away. Now, with Mia's arrival, Edward had grown much colder towards her.
Bella's voice suddenly interjected, sharp and pointed: "Just friends? The way Edward looks at you doesn't seem like just friends to me."
Mia lifted her head, a hint of pleading in her eyes: "Bella, there's nothing between Edward and me. We're just getting to know each other."
Bella stood up, her emotions flaring: "Getting to know each other? You've only been here for a short time. What do you really know about him? What do you know about this family?"
Mia took a deep breath, trying to remain calm: "Bella, I know I have a lot to learn, but I'm willing to understand. I'm willing to adapt."
At that moment, Edward walked in, noticing the tense atmosphere. He turned to Bella, his voice steady: "Bella, Mia is my good friend. I hope you can respect her too."
A flicker of hurt crossed Bella's eyes as she bit her lip and turned to run out of the dining room.
Mia watched Bella's retreating figure, guilt flooding her heart: "Edward, did I do something wrong?"
Edward gently shook his head, his voice soft yet firm: "Mia, you did nothing wrong. Bella just needs time to accept this."
Mia nodded, filled with gratitude. She knew that despite the rift between her and Bella, she at least had Edward's understanding and support.
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