Author's Note: I don't own anything. I have a few surprises coming up in this story. I hope that you all will enjoy. It's gonna be awesome. I promise. Lol
Over the next several weeks, arrangements were being made for the wedding, and everyone was excited, except for Moe French. It wasn't every day that there was a wedding and this one was not the one to miss. Who knew Mr. Gold had it in him?
Belle, Ruby, Mary Margaret, and Emma were helping Belle find the perfect wedding dress. "This is going to be so much fun," giggled Ruby, "We are gonna find you a dress that says "Hello Mr. Gold, take me now"."
"I wish my mother was here," Belle sadly whispered.
Ruby hugged her friend seeing as she never spoke about her. "What happened to your mother?" asked Emma as Mary Margaret protectively hugged Emma.
"She passed away when I was a little girl. I don't remember much of her, just distant memories."
"I'm sorry about your mother," Mary Margaret said.
"That's why I loved to read. It could take me to other worlds where there were strong women who led the people. Reading helped ease my pain," Belle continued.
"What about your father?" asked Ruby.
"He didn't take it too well when I told him," Belle finished.
"That's just because he isn't all man like Mr. Gold," teased Ruby.
"Ruby stop you are making me blush," Belle smiled.
"Okay, well enough chit chat girls, let's get Belle a dress!" smiled Ruby.
Belle went into the wedding dress shop at gasped at all of the beautiful dresses that she saw. So many to choose from, how would she do it? "Welcome to Happily Ever After Gowns," came the voice of a salesperson.
"Hello," smiled Belle.
"My you are gorgeous, are you the lucky one who will be getting married?" the man asked.
"I am indeed. I'm very excited."
"And who is the lucky groom?" the man continued.
"Mr. Gold."
"Ah, I do not know Mr. Gold," smiled the man.
"Really? He practically owns this town," Ruby gasped.
"Yes you see, I just moved here from another state."
"Wait, no one comes to Storybrooke," Emma said aloud, "And no one ever really leaves."
The man tilted his head in confusion. "What?" he asked.
"Who are you?" asked Emma, "What are you doing here?"
"Emma, back off the poor man, let Belle find her dress," Mary Margaret pleaded.
"It's okay," the man smiled, "I know I get it! The new guy in town, everyone wants to know all of the details. I'm here to find someone."
"Who are you looking for?" Belle asked, "I'm sure that we can help you find someone."
"Well, I got this postcard that said "Welcome to Storybrooke" a few months ago, and I figured I would come and see what it was all about. I wanted to know who sent it. For my entire life, I've been trying to find someone."
"That's what my fiancé has been doing as well. He is looking for his long lost son. They got separated many years ago."
"Sounds like my father. I lost him many years ago. That's why my business is called Happily ever after. I never got mine so I like making it so others can have theirs."
"What's your father's name?"
"Rumplestiltskin, My name is Baelfire or Bae for short."
Belle turned a ghostly white.