Several days later, Rosalie found another box on the bed. This one contained a trenchcoat and a replica of an outfit worn by Ingrid Bergman.

Put this on and meet me at the Port Angeles Airport. A plane is waiting. -Em.

When Rosalie arrived, the tiny airport was so shrouded with fog that only vampire sight would have been able to make out the black van parked away from the vintage airplane that sat on the runway, its propellers whirling.

As instructed, Rosalie went to the steps of the plane as if to get in, and waited.

Emmett appeared out of the fog, also dressed in a trench coat."If you don't get on that plane now and go after him, you'll regret it." he said.
"Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life... We'll always have Paris."
Rosalie descended the stairs, slowly.
She dropped her own trenchcoat—the only thing she had been wearing.Emmett's eyes opened wide in surprise and delight... I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," he murmured, as they sank together to the asphalt.

You're not the only one who can deviate from the script, she thought, smiling to herself.

"If I have you, I don't need Paris." she replied.

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