Welcome to Enchanteresse Plume Chiffon. Kudos to whoever can tell me what this means. Alright, short chapter, it rolls like that. I'm posting another one tomorrow, I got it written in math class, so we're good. I just need to type it up.
I can't complain. This is my fault. I'll be stuck a feather duster for the rest of my life. I'm a prisoner. Of, course, Lumiere is much a prisoner as me, but he had no input in this.
Ah, Lumiere The love of my life. He, my Romeo, and I, his Juliet. One might find our love strange, since we cheat on each other so often, but people just don't understand. Coggsworth, especially, could not understand. Our bond is just too strong to be broken this easily. I can't tell you why we cheat so much. It's hard to explain. We work it out. And what right does Coggsworth have to go mouthing off his opinion all the time anyway?
Coggsworth. Lumiere's best friend. That clock is so stiff, he allows nothing past him. Not the tiniest break in code, the smallest infraction. Nothing. He has an over-controlling desire to control every detail of every situation. It makes me furious. He needs to know everything that's happening in Lumiere's and my relationship. As if it were his business!
But I guess I owe him something. It is, after all, my fault he's morphing into a clock. It's also my fault that my beloved in destined for a life as a waxy candelabra who burns me half the time. My fault he's a prisoner. My fault they're both prisoners. And it's also my fault what I'm turning into as well. I can't complain, seeing how this is my doing. I can't complain.
This must seem very confusing. Let me start from the beginning.
My name is Babette.
I am slowly turning into a feather duster, along with my other companions at this enchanted castle.
And I'm the one who put this enchantment over us.