Is beauty the sparkle in her hair, the definition in her pupils, the glow beneath her skin, the softness in her cheeks? Or is beauty when love is formed from one branch to another?
Belle braided her shiny golden hair and tucked the curled strand behind her ear, today was the royal ball. Everyone would be there tonight even Prince Lawrence. Belle hand-sew the finest dress ever, real silk from the breast to the feet, long laced sleeves with bows on each wrist. Her real gold tiara had been polished for the seventh time and her father had brought the finest, this meant the most expensive, make-up artists in the world just to do Belle up for her special night! This was important, the stage in her life when she matured into a women. Can a sixteen year old really be responsible enough to start a relationship, be faithful and… love? Was this even possible? Belle hadn't had her eye on one single lad for as long as she can remember, Belle didn't know the true meaning of love, well not the real meaning anyway. Recently, her father had brought her a new slave Dimitri was his name, long ago in a swamp nearby he lived there, he was the finest thief until it got the best of him, and he had been caught by the toughest guard in the royal kingdom. For his punishment he had his looks removed and replaced with the ugliest man's face. His new hideous face lost all his friends, most of them couldn't bring them to believe it was him and the rest ran away. "Your shoes Belle" Dimitri gently placed her sparkly gold slippers in her tiny hands, he sighed then crawled back to his cage, now he had to sew her night dress for the after-party. Great.
To be continued in chapter 2...
