"Hello again, Isabella. Do you think that we could talk?"
Bella was caught off guard at the sound of Renee's voice. It sounded the same as remembered from her childhood. When she looked into her mother's hazel eyes, she noticed that the wrinkles and tired expression in her face made her look older than her forty years.
"What is there to talk about, Renee?" she asked, doing her best to keep hostility out of her voice.
Her mother smiled sadly and nodded. "I know you probably hate me, but there's a lot that I'd like to explain to you."
"Bella? Is everything alright?" Esme asked, walking over to her side.
"Yes, Esme. Everything is fine," she replied with a kind smile.
"Who is you friend, dear?" Esme asked, wary of the woman who had caused Bella to become uncomfortable and tense.
"Esme, this Renee Dwyer. Renee, this is Esme Cullen. Esme is my son's grandmother," Bella explained, her voice betraying no emotion.