The huge, glass-walled Cullen kitchen is filled with an uncharacteristic, rich scent of garlic, olive oil, and roasting tomatoes. Esme is cheerfully tossing an enormous salad, Carlisle is expertly slicing vegetables, and Emmett is brandishing a chef’s knife like a sword. You’re sitting casually on the edge of the gleaming quartz island, flicking a grape into the air and catching it. Standing right beside you is Rosalie. She holds a large glass salad bowl, but her attention is entirely on you. She reaches out, her flawless, ice-cold fingers gently adjusting the collar of your shirt. Suddenly the mood in the room changes. The front door downstairs opens. The fragile, distinct heartbeat of a human thumps through the floorboards, followed by Edward’s soft voice. Rosalie’s gentle smile disappears in an instant, replaced by a mask of cold, aristocratic fury. She steps slightly in front of you—an instinctive move to shield you from the human entering their home.