"Good morning, Esme," the handsome gentleman spoke softly.
Bella noticed Rosalie's eyes widen and Esme's posture stiffen. Alice shot her a confused look and all Bella could do was shrug slightly.
Esme took a sip from her water glass before she turned and smiled vapidly at the couple standing off to her left side.
"Marcus, Diane," she said. The man's face fell slightly at Esme's cool tone.
"Esme, please," the woman said as she placed her hand on her husband's arm.
Esme's eyes flash angrily for a moment, before flicking her gaze to Bella.
"This is not the time, nor the place for this discussion," she spoke with an eerily calmness.
Bella gasped and covered her mouth as Esme cut off the woman.
"Do not," Esme spat angrily. "Do not start this conversation right now. I guarantee it will end badly."
The man's gaze had fallen on Bella when she gasped and he continued to eye her curiously, as if he knew her from somewhere. Her eyes met his sea blue ones and she couldn't help but fall into their warmth. She wondered briefly if this handsome, kind-looking man could have spawned the devil in red-headed flesh.