"Go on," My mother urged, "Ask her to dance. She is the birthday girl, after all. She dances with everyone. At least, that is what is usually supposed to happen." Her forehead creased, "She hasn't danced with anybody. Nobody has asked her yet?"
"Fine, mother," I sighed, "I will ask her to dance."
"I know you like her anyway." Mother said, arrogant. I walked over to where Isabella Swan stood, looking down at her feet. She didn't seem to notice me there.
"Would you like to dance?" I asked her. She glanced up, startled, and looked away quickly, her cheeks turning crimson.
"No, thank you," She said. Her face was easy to read. She was incredulous, not able to believe someone asked her. I grinned.
"I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting?" She suggested.
"I am Edward Mason," I said, holding out my hand
"And I am Isabella Swan, though you probably already know, you are here. I would prefer to be called Bella." She smiled and shook my hand.
"My mother was worried that no one has asked you to dance." I grinned again, "Turns out that you keeps refusing them. How old are you now?"
"Fifteen. What about you?"
"Sixteen." She grinned. Then she looked over my shoulder.
"Elizabeth!" She shouted. Then she ran toward my mother and hugged her.
"I see you've met my son," She said, and smirked at me.
You all know what year it is, right? I know the chapter is short, but, technically, it's a Preface. I thought you would all want to know how they met. This is going to be all in these years up past the Spanish influenza. Then, the sequel arrives.