Belle took one last glance in the mirror, and smiled to herself. "You look wonderful, love!" Mrs. Potts exclaimed as she glanced over every inch of Belle's dress. Today was her wedding day. It was no surprise that everyone in the castle was excited for today. She had helped to break the spell. This was now common knowledge, and all the castle's inhabitants loved her even more as a result of that.

"Thank you." Elegant Belle said in response to Mrs. Potts comment. "I'm nervous." She laughed as she turned to face Mrs. Potts.

"I'm sure you are dear. And for tonight!" Mrs. Potts laughed a little chuckle. Belle turned a light pink. Just at that moment Cogsworth, ever running around and bossing people (for that's what they all were now) around, bursted through the door of Belle's room.

"It's time to go. We simply cannot have the Master waiting on his wedding day." Then he grabbed Belle's arm and led her to the top of the stairs. Their wedding was being held in the grand ballroom. Belle had wanted it this way. The ballroom had been a wonderful place for the two of them. Her father was to walk her down the staircase, just as she had herself, only two short days ago. Why it had only been one day since the castle was returned to its former splendor, and Belle had hardly got to see the Beast since. This separation, kept her in more anticipation. She was really ready to marry her true love.

Maurice took his daughter's arm and just as the music flared up they descended. After they had glided down the grand staircase, the Prince glanced at her. His piercing eyes glanced deep into hers. It took her breath away. Oh, how her heart bursted with love! They then turned towards the crowd, every servant, and most of the village had shown up.

The couple exchanged the traditional vows. When the ceremony was almost done, the Prince leaned into her and his lips met hers. The only other kiss they had ever shared was that wonderful night. Why that had been less than forty-eight hours ago! But how it seemed like forever to Belle. As they continued to share the passion of their second kiss, the ballroom exploded in a huge roar! The servants began to move about to prepare the wedding feast. Belle, didn't even notice. Oh, no, she was too caught up in her beloved.

Somehow the Prince and Belle had managed to get through the traditional feast and fellowship with friends and family, but neither could think of much besides each other. Before the feast was even near over, the Prince grabbed Belle's hand and led her away. The quietly ascended the back staircase when no one was looking. Belle stifled a giggle. "Oh Beast. I love you!" She exclaimed. They continued on, then she stopped in her tracks.

"Don't make me carry you Belle!" the Prince said. Then after glancing at her beautiful pained face, he asked with genuine concern, "Belle, honey, what's wrong?"

She looked into those eyes of his, "I don't even know your name." It was true. Before the enchantment had ended, she had called him "Beast". The servants called him "Master", and everyone else, "The Prince". Belle didn't know which name she should address her beloved.

"Oh, Belle. You really don't do you." He took his free hand, the one that was not gripping hers, and put it gently under her chin. He lifted his hand, in turn moving her stunning face up, and said, "You can call me what ever you like. You fell in love with the Beast. I'll love you no matter what you call me."

Belle shook her head. "No, I want your name. I'm your wife. Please beloved, what is it?"

"Christophe." Then he turned and started to continue towards their new room.

Belle found herself struggling to keep up with his strict pace. "Wait." He stopped. "I'll call you Chris. While Christophe is royal, and fit for you, the Prince, I like Chris. Yes, you're my Chris."

The Prince laughed. "If it suits you. Now Belle, we have wasted enough time here now. Let's go. I want to be with my Belle." She smiled and both ran.

The Prince threw open the door to their extravagant room. Belle was convinced that it was perfect. It was pale yellow and royal blue. This room was refurnished especially for the two newlyweds. Belle had picked the colors very quickly yesterday, because they reminded her of that special night. Tonight was also going to be a special night. They stepped inside and the two kissed again. Then Belle pulled away, she ran into the connecting bathroom. She had a surprise. She removed her sparkling white gown and prepared herself to see her husband. Meanwhile the Prince lit some candles, wanting everything to be perfect. It was the first time both of the would experience such a wonderful thing, and he wanted it to be perfect. Belle emerged. His breath was swept away for a change.