Maurice POV
It was an awkward moment, when I looked into those big blue eyes once again. This time, rather than gazing into the eyes of a hideous Beast, what I saw was—the kindest, gentlest man I had ever laid eyes on.
Sensing my apprehension, he laid a hand on my shoulder. Immediately, I felt at peace, because I could tell things had changed—not just in the way he looked at Belle, but in the way he himself wanted to be perceived.
Upon his hesitation, I glanced up. "What is it, my boy?"
He hemmed and hawed before speaking. "If—if I offended you or Belle in any way while I was a hideous Beast, I hope we can let bygones be bygones." Belle touched his arm, and the look on her face was priceless—she would never have expected this moment—that we would try to make amends.
"Of course," I assured him, taking his hand in both of mine, shaking it heartily. "But of course."
Then he made a confession I have to admit I was expecting. Taking her hand, he smiled softly. "We are to be married soon—and I feel it's only right that you know."
As the realization washed over me, I couldn't speak for the longest time. When my voice returned to me, I replied, "I wish you every happiness—both of you."
Three other people stepped forward. "Papa," Belle said, "these are my friends—Cogsworth, Lumiere, and Mrs. Potts." When she introduced them, I immediately saw the striking resemblance to the clock, candelabra, and teapot I had encountered before.
Yes, all was right with the world. My Belle was happy, and I had gained a valuable ally and friend in whom I hoped would be my future son-in-law!