We were briefed on our job again, but I had already heard most of this from Mr. Turner. Everyone was given a large packet filled with everything we were to know. I was going to have a ton of fun memorizing all of this information tonight. And, as I was sitting there listening to some old guy go on and on about how we had to set a good example to the world, my thoughts traveled back to Edward Cullen. The elusive Edward. No one really knew much about him; they just knew he was incredibly good looking and could make any girls heart melt (including my own…which had already happened).

He kept his life a total secret; and who can blame him? With photographers and video cameras following him every where he went, he didn’t need them butting into his personal life. But, of course, there had to be one right? I mean, with a body like that, I’m sure he was having no trouble in the dating department.

As I was snuggling into my large king bed that night, I wondered if I were going to run into Edward again. The odds were in my favor, we were staying in the same hotel and I would be out and about in the city. Ugh, what am I thinking? Like this god of a man would ever look twice at me. And, as I slept that night, I dreamed of maybe, just maybe seeing Edward again. Little did I know then, I would.

I had no trouble picking out what I would be wearing my first day on the job. The wonderful people at the IOC had provided all of us with a uniform. It really wasn’t that bad; they could have done much worse. After I finished getting dressed I studied myself in the mirror. My assigned uniform consisted of comfortable, knee length navy shorts with lots of pockets, and a white polo shirt with the Olympic rings stitched on in the corner. Everyone (athletes, coaches, and staff like me) had been issued I.D.’s that we were to were at all times. They were quite large and there was a horrible picture of me plastered on the front. I swung mine around my neck.