The morning after the Beasts' transformation, Belle sat a bit anxiously on her bed, brushing her hair. She was sure what had happened the night before was real, but it felt so strange. She hadn't left her room yet and couldn't be sure. She was wearing her familiar blue dress just without the apron and was readying to leave and see if what she thought had happened; was reality.

Once her hair was tied back into a ponytail with her favorite blue ribbon, she slipped on her shoes and went off.
The halls were quiet, but it was early. Maybe too early, Belle thought. She wandered quietly around and then down the stairs. Nothing. No one. It was strange that no one was about; because even Mrs. Potts was usually making her way to the Beast for his morning tea. It wasn't long before Belle decided that she would return to her room. Quietly humming, she retraced her steps and went down the hall and opened her door.
When she opened it, she nearly gasped at what she saw.

She saw a man in her room. He was tall with honey-colored hair and was looking in the direction of the bed.
"You…" escaped Belle's lips.
Quickly, the man turned around and smiled at Belle, "Belle."
Bella smiled widely, knowing that the night before wasn't a dream, but a miraculous reality. The Beast was a man.
"Belle! I'm human!" the man exclaimed and went to hug her tight.
"You are! I can't believe it!"
"Thank you," he said after the hug, but still held her hands and looked deeply in her hazel eyes, she looking into his deep blues. This was defiantly the Beast.
"I love you," she said, tears nearly forming in her eyes.

"I love you too, Bella… and you made all this possible, all of us human again."
Belle smiled widely as the now human Beast brought Belle to the ballroom, where she failed to visit before.
There, all the servants stood there, human as could be and hadn't aged a bit since the spell was placed upon them.
Mrs. Potts was a warm, round looking woman with little Chip no older than five at her side. Lumière was thin with light hair holding Fifi the former feather duster by the waist was standing next to Cogsworth who was a short, classical looking man. Other servants stood happily wearing expressions of gratitude to Belle.
"Dear girl!" Lumière exclaimed and left Fifi to walk up to Belle and said, "Thank you! You have restored all of us! I knew you would!"
"Thank you, Lumière," Belle said nicely and looked over at Chip was now petting Sultan, the dog-turned-footstool-turned-back-to-dog.

"Oh, yes, yes!" piped Cogsworth, "Thank you, Belle! We all must thank you! Thank you for saving not only Prince Adam, but all of us. And just in the nick of time if I may add!"
There were similar remarks all around the room. Belle smiled admirably at everyone and merely said that it was nothing and was happy everyone was back to human.

"Belle?" the Beast, or now Prince Adam, asked gently, causing the room to silence as they saw him turn toward her and take both her hands, "Belle, I've never met anyone like you. Ever. You saw the beauty in me when no one else would. Would you do me the honor of being my wife and living here with me? With us?"

"Yes! Oh, Adam, yes!" Belle exclaimed with a wide smile.

Adam took her close and hugged her tight once more.
"Hear that everyone!?" the prince exclaimed as cheers erupted in the room.

"We need to tell my Father!" Belle exclaimed.
"We will, Belle. Now, in fact. We'll head to the village now!" Adam said.

Belle took Philippe from the stables outside the castle, and was truly amazed. The ground was a bit wet from the rain the night before, but the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The castle was no long rundown and dismal looking, but shining and grand. What were once gargoyles on the towers were now angels, and the dead bush and brush was now alive and neatly trimmed.
"Are you ready?" Adam asked as he joined Belle at the stables.
His hair was tied back into a ponytail and his clothes were fine and he finally resembled a prince.

"Ready," Belle said cheerfully as she got on Philippe behind Adam and held onto his waist and set off for the small village.

"I can't wait to tell Father," Belle said as she rested her head on Adam's back. Even the woods didn't look as scary now that the spell was broken.
"I just hope he'll forgive me for the horrible way I treated him," Adam said lowly.
"I'm sure he will, Adam. You're not the beast you used to be."
Not the best I used to be, Adam thought. Not the beast he used to be.
After a little while of riding the two finally came to the village. There was little activity, and Bella assumed the people were either mourning Gaston's death or trying to forget their failed mob attempt.

The two rode through the town, ignoring the whispers and stares from the few residents up and stirring.
"Is that Belle!?
"Who's that man?"
"Where are they going??"
"Did he rescue her from the best?"
"What happened to Gaston?"
Belle pointed Adam in the right direction to her Father's house at the end of the village and over a small bridge. The only thing she couldn't help but notice was a very mournful looking LeFou sitting outside a favorite hang out of Gaston's.

Philippe crossed the bridge and as soon as his front hooves touched the grass Belle leaped off and ran to her house and opened the door.
"Papa!" she exclaimed.
Her father was looking sad sitting alone in the living room.
"Belle? Belle!" the small, round man exclaimed and jumped up to his daughter.
"You're alive! You're alive! How did you escape?"
"Papa," Belle said, trying to hold in her excitement, "I want you to meet someone."
Adam entered the house after typing up Philippe.
"Sir," Adam said and shook the mans hand.

"Why hello! I'm afraid I've never seen you before! Did you save my daughter from that terrible, terrible beast?"
"Well, sir, I'm afraid I was that terrible, terribly beast…"
From there Adam and Belle explained the entire situation to Maurice ending with Adam apologizing like mad to the inventor.

"I can hardly believe it," Maurice said, dumbfounded.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am for treating you the way I did. But at the same time, I need to thank you," Adam said.
"Why ever so?" Maurice asked.
"You raised such a beautiful, loyal daughter who was the only person who saw the good in me because of her love and search for you. Thank you, sir."
Maurice blushed a bit and was wildly accepting of the marriage.
"Oh so much to do! Plan the date, get the food, get the music, get the-"
"Papa!" Belle gave out a small giggle, "Relax, Papa."
"Don't worry, my servants at the castle will help and take care of everything. But I would be honored if you would attend our wedding," Adam said.
"Oh yes, I would love to! To see my little girl get married to a prince! What an occasion!"