It's been a while since I've started a new story. And this one is completely written, so it won't be given up. The beginning is going to be a lot of background of my OC Eveline during the events of the movie. But I promise it will be post movie in the middle of chapter two, which is also when Cogsworth's POV should come in. I don't have my chapters split yet, but it should be in the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this. Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides Eveline and Clarisse. Enjoy! ~Lyddie

Libération

Eveline Ouellette was a stewardess before the enchantment. She was twenty-five at the time of the enchantment and was turned into a plate. She was very used to being unnoticed; actually she preferred it that way. In her days at the castle, she never befriended much of anyone. She quietly did her work, then spent her evenings either reading, chatting with her sister, or listening into the discussions of others in the castle. Though she wasn't one to spread gossip, she enjoyed hearing it. It was her way of being involved without truly being involved.

Once everyone got changed to their new forms, Eveline was forced to give up on her reading since she had no hands to turn the pages. She spent all of her evenings with her sister, listening to the others discuss the happenings of the castle. The most common discussions were those of Prince Adam, wondering how he could ever learn to love. Being a pessimist, Eveline scoffed at the hope brought to the table by Mrs. Potts and Lumiere. Then she would sigh, remembering the days before misfortune struck her life. She used to be an optimist, she missed those days. She used to even have friends; she was always shy, but she could overcome it for a select few.

As time moved forward, the nonexistent hope she held became less than that, if that was possible. Prince Adam, who at this point refused to go by his name, was becoming more bitter and resentful than ever. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Eveline~

"There's a girl in the castle!"

"What do you mean a girl in the castle?" I spat, then immediately regretted it, as everyone's eyes turned toward me.

"A girl, I saw her! Ugh, she was so beautiful…" Babette continued, more dramatically than usual, which I didn't realize was possible.

I rolled my eyes, but remained silent. That was the first time I talked to anyone, besides my sister, in about eight years.

Babette continued her ramble about this beautiful girl she saw. "Oh, what if Lumiere decides she's better than me? Oh, I couldn't bear the thought!" And she just got more dramatic.

"Eveline?"

"What?" I whispered, not wanting to attract more attention.

"Do you think she's the one? The one to break the spell?"

"No one's going to break the spell, Clarisse, there's no use pretending."

"I miss the old Eveline, you know."

"I do too, sœur."

"Then why are you so pessimistic?"

"You've asked every day for the past fifteen years, when will you realize I'm not going to talk about it?"

"How are you supposed to move past something you refuse to face?"

"Which one of us is older? Just listen to me, Clarisse!"

If she had arms, I know she would have crossed them at that moment, "Fine, but I don't appreciate it."

"You don't need to, dear." She attempted to stick her tongue out at me, but that was made difficult as a plate, so she looked like she was panting. I giggled at her, "Let's go to bed."

The next morning, I woke up to see many of the dishes were dirty. I turned Clarisse, who was also dirty, "What's going on?"

"Last night was insane! We tried to wake you up, but it's hard to do without your tickle spot…" She giggled, while I shot her an annoyed glare. "Anyway, she came down and we made her a meal and, oh, it was fantastic. We served and danced and sang, you know Lumiere, no meal is right without music and Cogsworth freaked out, as always….he always tries to ruin the fun-"

"He's not ruining the fun, he's just trying to do his job," I defended.

"I don't understand why you always defend him, of all people to defend, why Cogsworth?"

"Let's move forward, dear sister, what is she like?"

"Everything Babette said! She's beautiful, kind, though very spunky."

"Oh, how interesting."

"But I haven't even gotten to the best part!"

"Oh, please," I replied sarcastically, "tell me all about it."

"She ran away-"

"How on earth is that the best part?"

"Let me finish. She ran away after she went into the West Wing."

"Stupid girl…" I muttered to myself.

"So, the master got mad at her and she ran off, then he followed her and saved her from a pack of wolves! Then he got injured and she brought him back. They aren't fighting tooth and nail anymore. Oh, isn't it wonderful?"

"I suppose so…" I said dryly, still refusing to believe anything would come from it.

"Belle cleaned the master's wounds!"

"Prince Adam can clean his own darn wounds!"

She gasped, "Eveline, you shouldn't talk like that! What would happen if someone overheard you?"

"Who's going to overhear me? I don't talk to anyone besides you, nor do I speak around others."

"When she thanked him for saving her, he said 'you're welcome' that's a lot for him, you know."

"I just don't want your hopes to get too high…"

As time with Belle in the castle continued, the other servants were getting extremely hopeful, as I continued to think it was fruitless, until one evening when everything changed…