Isabella clapped adorably. "I can't wait to see her; it's been such a long time. Emmett told me Vincent Sinclair will be there also? Will we be seeing him?" she asked and Edward knew this was the opening he'd been waiting for.
"Yes...and yes, to answer both your questions. Isabella, before we go tomorrow night there is something I need to tell you and I know I should have done this a long time ago. Um..." he said and then blew out a nervous breath. "Vincent will more than likely be accompanied by Anna Davenport and while normally you wouldn't care about who was going as whose date, in this case you might."
Isabella could feel her eyebrows dip as she tried to understand what Edward was telling her. "Beautiful, Anna and I were in a relationship for almost two years...two really long, regrettable damn years to be honest with you."
She gasped once she comprehended what he was saying. She knew, of course, that there had been other women before her. He'd admitted that much when they had had the required and very awkward sex talk when they first started dating. Looking the way he did and being the person he was, she was surprised and very relieved that he hadn't slept with half of Chicago before they'd gotten married.
But...Anna Davenport?! Holy hell. Isabella was a very confident woman. She knew she was pretty and Edward certainly told her she was beautiful often enough...but still. She had no problem standing beside Rose and Alice, and they were the two most beautiful women she knew. Blonde bombshell... that was the first thought she had when she pictured Anna.
Once she'd gotten over her shock, she finally registered what he'd said...and how he'd said it. It wasn't a relationship he looked back on with fondness, that was obvious.
"What happened?" she asked as she scooted closer to him, needing to be as close as possible.
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