Edward suddenly tensed as he reached for the doorknob. I froze. "What is it?" I whispered, picturing the six vampires staring at me menacingly.

"Don't worry," he replied, sounding annoyed. "Emmett's organized a bit of a theatrical welcome for you." I gaped at him.

"What?" But before he could answer, he had swung open the door and revealed to me Carlisle and another vampire, who I assumed must be Esme.

"Hello," she said warmly. I stepped in uncertainly. Edward placed his hand protectively on my shoulder. I shivered, and he glanced at me apologetically.

"Hi," I answered, startled. Edward stiffened once again. Esme groaned quietly.

"Emmett is coming to welcome you," she warned, backing up towards the wall. My eyes widened.

"Should I be worried?" I asked, looking around. Edward and his parents laughed.

"Maybe a little," replied Esme carefully. Suddenly, Emmett burst into the large foyer. He was grinning maniacally, dressed as… a candlestick? I was baffled.

"Ma chere mademoiselle," he began in an oily French accent. I raised my eyebrows, perplexed. "It is with deepest pride," he continued, "And greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now, we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair," (He did so), "As the dining room proudly presents… your dinner." Now I understood. I moaned as he bowed low and began to sing.

"Be… our… guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test! Tie your napkin 'round your neck, Cherie, and we provide the rest." I cowered behind Edward as Emmett and Alice began to present delicious-looking plates from the kitchen and singing in their perfect trilling voices. It was so ridiculous, and, of course, I was very uncomfortable. As Alice began Mrs. Potts's solo, I realized that Rosalie and Jasper were standing beside us, muttering bitterly.

"Do they do this every time you have guests?" I asked Edward. He smiled wryly.

"Only when those guests happen to have names that coincide with Disney characters," he replied. I stared at him. "Oh, come on, you can't doubt the resemblance between 'Belle' and 'Bella'," he smirked. I grumbled and crossed my arms as Emmett began to lament.

"Ten years we've been rusting, needing so much more than dusting."