Chloe's father reread his latest idea. He stood up as his daughter in her blue and white dress came into the room. "I'm going to the fair to show my latest idea," he announced.
"That's great father! What is it?" Chloe asked.
"It's a machine that chops up firewood," He replied grapping his jacket.
"You'll get that idea made for sure!" Chloe yelled. Meanwhile, Chloe made a trip to the library.
"My fair Chloe!" A man yelled. Chloe turned and saw the one, the only, Liam. She turned to see three perfectly good women sigh, because everybody knows exactly what he's going to do again.
"What do you want?" Chloe asked harshly.
"What I always want," He winked at the Bimbettes, Tori, Rae, and Mila (A/N I was gonna use Liz but she is serving as a different character. Mila's her name right?).
"Liam, you know I'm never going to say yes to your proposal," Chloe replied opening the door to the library.
"One man could hope," He said.
"No. I'm not marrying you," Chloe replied telling him off.
"Until tomorrow," He said, leaving.
"Chloe, I don't know how you can say no to him," Tori, in the red dress, said.
"It's easy. I don't like him. He's mean, cruel, and stuck up," Chloe replied, standing at the library entrance.
"But he's so…" Rae, in the yellow dress, trailed off.
"So… So," Mila, in the green dress, trailed off.
"Handsome!"All three of them squealed.
"There's more to love than just looks," Chloe explained, "You must learn that, or you'll end up with the wrong person," Chloe walked into the library and closed the door.
The girls stood in the doorway, bewildered, more to love than looks?
Steve looked around the snow covered forest. He got lost on his way to the fair. He looked around. He heard a faint growl. Philippe, his horse, galloped as fast as he could, knocking Steve to the ground. "Philippe!" He yelled, as wolves formed a circle around him. He than heard a roar that sounded louder than a time bomb. The wolves scuttled away at the sound of that roar.
Steve got on his horse again, scolding him for being so scared, and continued to look around for somewhere to stay for the night. He saw a big castle, looking like it's from a gothic horror movie. He slowly knocked on the door. "What do you want?" A deep voice grunted.
"D-do you have room for another to stay through this dreadful winter night?" Steve asked, shaking. The owner of the voice opened the door to the man. Steve gasped at the sight he has just seen. He was at least ten feet tall. Big and harry. "Beast," He muttered, in pure fear, and confusion.