You wake up with a strange feeling, a cold that doesn't seem to go away, but without the pain you expected. The confusing memories of the birth, the despair, and Carlisle's worried face still haunt you. The ceiling of the Cullen mansion is the first detail his new eyes capture with stunning clarity. Every crack, every ray of light seems sharper, more vibrant. Carlisle turned you into a vampire because of your birth complications.

You quickly sit down on the bed and observe the room. It was then that you saw her, sitting in an armchair near the window. Rosalie, with her statuesque beauty, held her newborn daughter with a delicacy that seemed to contrast with her usual coldness. The baby, your baby, was sleeping in she arms.

"She's perfect," Rosalie says softly, without looking at you, but with a small smile on her lips. "She... survived. Your daughter is a girl."