[Twilight] Amis

When Laila and Alice reappeared in front of everyone, the atmosphere in the room was silent for a moment.

"Wow!" Emmett snapped his fingers first, looked at Laila and said, "Beautiful!"

"It suits you very well." Esme agreed with a smile.

"Thank you." Laila smiled shyly.

"How is it? My handicraft is good, right?" Alice returned to Jasper, raised her face, and said to him proudly.

Jasper stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, eyes full of doting.

After their gazes locked for a moment, Alice gave Jasper a look, and then pouted somewhere in the room. Jasper glanced in the direction she was pointing, and turned back to share a knowing smile with her.

That direction pointed to Edward - the only person in the room who was still in awe of Lyra and couldn't help himself.

The other Karen also noticed someone's gaffe, so low titters gradually resounded from all around the room.

Edward recovered from the laughter, and saw Lyra standing in front of him with a puzzled expression, holding out a hand dangling in front of his eyes.

"Why are you in a daze?" she asked.

"Cough..." He looked embarrassed, and coughed lightly with his fists concealed against his lips. At this moment, Edward was very thankful that as a vampire, he would not blush, otherwise he would not be able to keep his face.

"You're dressed up like this...you look good." He said a little unnaturally.

"Thank you, it's all thanks to Alice."

When Alice pulled Lila to dress up in the room, the others were not idle. They prepared a sumptuous dinner according to recipes and TV guides.

The long square table was covered with a layer of white tablecloth, and an exquisitely shaped chocolate mousse cake was placed in the middle, and various fragrant foods were dotted around the cake.In front of each seat is a cup of crimson liquid, which is filled in a transparent tall crystal cup, and under the warm light of the large chandelier on the top, there is a low-key and deep brilliance.

Laila quietly stared at the crystal glass in front of the others for a while, making sure that the liquid inside was the same as the glass in front of her, red wine and not something else...

Light the candles, make a wish, blow out the candles, cut the cake...

After a series of procedures have been completed, the formal dinner begins.

As usual, the Karen family ate only a little food, a little, almost negligible.

Most of the time, they were watching Laila eat, with long-term nostalgia and joy-like sadness in their eyes, and their slender hands were casually playing with silver knives and forks, or shaking the high The red wine in the foot crystal glass, with an innate elegance, occasionally lowered his head and took a sip, letting the red liquid melt between his sharp lips.

Enchantment—the word came to Lyra's mind.

Half the time the atmosphere at the table was quiet, and the other half the conversation revolved mostly around Laila, as the Karens enthusiastically introduced her to their various delicacies—or were they sales?It seemed that watching her eat was a special treat for them, and most of the food went to Lyra either voluntarily or involuntarily.

This gave Laila a strange feeling: as if she was the one whose birthday was today.

Well, let's finish eating quickly...

One hour after the meal was a rest (digestion) time. Of course, only Laila was present who needed to digest food. The Karens worked together to tidy up the hall on the first floor and turn it into a spacious dance floor.

As the soothing and melodious music sounded softly, the lighting in the room changed to a darker tone than before, casting a hazy and charming halo on the dance floor.

Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett, Esme and Carlisle all slid onto the dance floor with graceful steps, swaying gently to the rhythm of the tune.

"Can you?" Edward put one hand behind his back, stretched out the other to Lila, palm facing up, and bent slightly, making an inviting gesture.

Under the dim light, his face seemed to overlap with someone in his memory for an instant, even though they didn't actually look alike.

Laila shook her head slightly, then raised the corners of her mouth, and put her hand in the opponent's palm.

The atmosphere on the dance floor was very ambiguous. Except for Edward and Lila, there was hardly a millimeter of distance between the other couples. From a distance, the petite woman seemed to be embedded in the man's body. Like in my arms.

In fact, Edward also wanted to be like them, but the relationship between him and Laila hadn't progressed to this point, but he was not without gains. He intentionally diverted Laila's attention by talking, and then calmly sent her away. Pulled closer.

The fragrance from the hair of the woman in his arms lingered on the tip of his nose, and a feeling of satisfaction and happiness spontaneously arose in his heart. He suddenly hoped that this song could be extended indefinitely, or simply let time stand still at this moment, so that she could Always in his arms.

"Alice told me just now that you seem to have misunderstood me a little bit." After Edward took Lila around, he remembered a problem that needed to be explained clearly.

"Huh?" Laila looked up at him.

"Actually, I don't like anything..." There was a strange expression on his face, "A certain girl in school."

"So it's off-campus?"

No, no, as soon as the words came out, Edward realized the problem in that sentence—Laila was also a girl in the school.

So he reorganized his words, "No, what I mean is—I don't like other girls, it's always been..." He lowered his head and stared into Lila's clear eyes, the word "you" just stuck At the mouth of the throat, it cannot go up or down.

It's not the time yet, if he said it, the most likely result would be to scare her away.Edward warned himself over and over again in his heart, barely suppressing his eagerness to move.

Was it always that one?

There was a clear look in Lila's eyes, "I understand." She patted Edward on the shoulder, her tone was a bit heavy, and there was a trace of sympathy in it.

What she was thinking at this time was that Edward is really a good boy who is infatuated and single-minded. Unfortunately, judging from his previous description, the girl in his heart doesn't seem to care much about him.

Alas, another unrequited love that tortured the heart and lungs...

Lyra sighed sadly.

In fact, she has never been very optimistic about Edward's relationship. After all, inter-species love is too difficult.

She felt that it would be a good thing if the girl didn't like Edward all the time, so that Edward could quit and find a match (same race).

If that girl falls in love with Edward, but is unwilling to become a vampire for him, then one is a human (food) with limited life, and the other is a vampire (predator) who has died and can no longer die. The tragedy is almost doomed .

O Romeo, Romeo, why are you a vampire?

As soon as Edward saw Laila's expression and tone, he knew where her thoughts had gone wrong again.

"...You don't understand!" He couldn't help gritted his teeth and growled, "Anyway, it's not like you imagined, throwing out all the messy thoughts in your mind, do you hear me?"

You don't know what's going on in my head, maybe what I'm thinking is right...

Although Laila thought so, seeing the man in front of him with a gritted and helpless expression, her heart softened inexplicably.

So she said, "... oh."

Edward stared at her for a while, then let out a breath slowly, he felt that he dug a hole, but buried himself...

A piece of music is over, and a softer and more lingering piece of music is replaced. The ambiguous atmosphere lingering on the dance floor has risen to a new level because of this piece of music.

In line with the principle of no evil, Laila quietly looked out of the corner of her eye at the couples dancing and kissing together, feeling a little embarrassed.

So she tugged at the corner of Edward's clothes and said softly, "Should we... avoid it?"

Edward raised his eyes and glanced around, then smiled knowingly, "Okay."

So the two walked lightly out of the house together.

Lila didn't know, when they turned around, those couples who seemed to be kissing very selflessly glanced at their backs in unison, and two of them were still having a one-sided love with Edward in their hearts exchange.

Alice - thank you for my spare no effort to help you create opportunities, don't forget the Porsche you promised me, yellow one!

Emmett - come on!brother!Push her down!

Edward, who had already reached the door, staggered.

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