A lavish party.
1925, just outside Philadelphia.
"I tried to tell them not to go to such expense," Carlisle nearly whines, plaintive as he parks the car next to the opulent, well appointed home in one of the more well-to-do neighborhoods near the hospital Carlisle had just 'retired' from.
"They're trying to thank you for a job well done," Esme offers with a bright smile. Edward jumps out from the backseat of the car first to open the door for Esme, wearing a gold sheath dress that would make any man's heart jump wildly. Carlisle appreciated the fashion sense these days. It left more to the imagination.
Carlisle steps out of the car himself and straightens his own clothing before moving to the other side to lead Esme arm in arm.
"Besides," Esme leans in conspiratorially as they walk up to the front door and are announced as Dr. and Mrs. Cullen, and Edward Cullen to the party at large. "You and I haven't been dancing."
"I tried to tell them not to go to such expense," Carlisle nearly whines, plaintive as he parks the car next to the opulent, well appointed home in one of the more well-to-do neighborhoods near the hospital Carlisle had just 'retired' from.
"They're trying to thank you for a job well done," Esme offers with a bright smile. Edward jumps out from the backseat of the car first to open the door for Esme, wearing a gold sheath dress that would make any man's heart jump wildly. Carlisle appreciated the fashion sense these days. It left more to the imagination.
Carlisle steps out of the car himself and straightens his own clothing before moving to the other side to lead Esme arm in arm.
"Besides," Esme leans in conspiratorially as they walk up to the front door and are announced as Dr. and Mrs. Cullen, and Edward Cullen to the party at large. "You and I haven't been dancing."