"Look J,"Paulette said, pointing to a beautiful poinsettia next to a fountain. I smiled tired. I'd had a long week. First I'd lost three cases in just as many days then one of my downtown clients was unsatisfied with my work. Brielle Mraz was spoiled but very intelligent. She had more money than a lot Fortune 500 CEOS had ever laid eyes on in their entire lives and she looked like it. She could throw knives, ride and break horses, swim three miles in 7.5 minutes, and she spoke four languages not counting her fluency in Latin and Middle English. And she was only 16. She handled the transactions for her Spanish family because the adults spoke poor English.

My eyes widened as I recognized a crop of blonde hair. I looked closer seeing him with two women, another man, and a young girl. My heart rate picked up then slowed slightly as I recognized one of the women and the little girl. Bella Cullen. She was with her daughter and probably Mr. Edward. The other woman was probably Mr. Jasper's wife. Paulette looked over to them, a look I knew well coming over her. She wanted something one of the women had. Before I could speak she'd started moving towards them.

"I love your dress," she spoke to Mrs. Cullen kindly but that didn't slow my heart rate.

"Thank you."Mrs. Cullen smiled in return.

"Where did you get it? I need it and I must tell my husband where to go." Paulette beckoned me and I walked towards them. I nodded to the Cullens and they nodded in response.

The little girl said something I didn't understand. Mr. Jasper bent to her level and whispered to her. She looked at him stone faced as did her mother and aunt. Mr. Edward just chuckled shifting the bags on his arms.

"The dress came from Bendel's in New York," said. "It was a gift."

"Hmm, I'll have to see if they're still in stock. Thank you."

"You're welcome." The young girl grasped her mother's hand. She spoke to her in French.

"Pouvons-nous aller à la Rubrique Hot s'il vous plaît?"

"Oui,"the other woman said.

"Excuse us," said.

Then they as a group departed. I sat down, to rationalize. They were not here on business. They asked nothing of me. They were just Christmas shopping. Lastly, Mr. Jasper seemed more at ease with his family than I'd ever seen him.