Esme liked to dance. She didn't dance much as a mortal, but once she was turned she did it as often as possible. There was too much grace in her movements not to indulge in swaying to the music. In the first years after she was turned she would coax Edward into playing for her on the piano. The music would fill whichever home they were at, and she ( Read more... )

"You should stop waiting for him to come home. Alice would tell us if he changed his plans," Rosalie told her when she caught Esme staring out the window of their home in Forks, Washington. Rosalie had long given up on the prodigal son returning back to them. She blamed the girl of course. The mortal girl that Edward had fallen in love with, yet ( Read more... )

Ever since she had been a little girl, Esme wanted to be a mother. When she was mortal she had met a beautiful young doctor when she was sixteen. When he moved away she found that she still thought of him, and hoped one day she would see him again. At the age of twenty-five her parents pressured her to settle down and marry. Her husband was an ( Read more... )