Appraising her mirror image with a critical gaze, Chloe muttered to
herself, "I look ridiculous."
"Actually, you look stunning," commented Brady as he entered his bedroom that Chloe had used to change into her costume. Slowly taking in every detail of the dress's tight bust and full skirt, Brady realized that Chloe made a truly ravishing Scarlett O'Hara. "I have no doubt that I'll be escorting the most exquisite lady there."
Turning to face her "betrothed", Chloe rolled her blue eyes and questioned, "What are you wanting, Brady Black? If you're spewing that many compliments, you must want something. Now, what is it?"
"What? Can't a man flatter his amazing fiancée without a reason?"
Tossing Brady her perfected "do you honestly expect me to fall for your verbal animal droppings?" glare, Chloe groaned, "Brady . . ."
Brady lifted his hands as a sign of surrender. "All right. You got me. I do want something."
Displaying her trademark sarcasm, Chloe remarked, "I'm shocked."
Letting Chloe's comment slide without a retort, Brady asked with extreme politeness, "Could you please help me with this vest? On of the buttons is loose, so I was hoping you could just pin it for me."
With great care, Chloe took the unclasped safety pin from Brady's hand and strategically placed it beside his vest button. Having finished with the minor tailoring, Chloe looked up at Brady with timid eyes and stated nervously, "So, I guess tonight's going to be our first public event as a supposedly engaged couple."
"Yeah," Brady replied as he wondered what other response he could possibly give to the comment.
"I guess it'll prove just how good the both of us are at acting. After all, we'll have to spend the entire night pretending to be in love."
Lowering his head just slightly, Brady whispered huskily, "I suppose we'll have to be sure to always stare deeply into each other's eyes. And, of course, we'll have to make lots of physical contact."
Shocking Chloe, Brady began to softly run his right hand up her bare arm in an almost seductive manner. "You know, lots of little touches . . ."
"Oh!" Belle gasped as she flung open the door to Brady's bedroom. Embarrassment clearly written on her face, Belle hurriedly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
Instinctively jerking away from Brady, Chloe quickly replied, "Oh, no, Belle, it's . . . um. . . not a big deal."
Smiling brightly at Brady and Chloe, Belle suddenly ran toward the couple and pulled them into a tight hug. Practically squealing, she happily said, "This is going to be so awesome! One of my best friends in the whole world is going to marry my big brother! I'm so happy for you guys!"
"Thanks, Belle," replied Chloe, attempting to hide the guilt that only Brady was able to hear in her voice. Belle had truly been a wonderful friend, and Chloe felt quite horrible for deceiving her.
Pulling away from her exuberant friend, Chloe smiled and said, "Wow. Belle, you look magnificent. I bet Shawn will be too busy staring at you to even tell you what he has planned for tonight."
"You think?" Belle questioned as she spun around in a circle, her silver evening gown practically floating on air as she twirled.
"I know," affirmed Chloe. "You are definitely gonna knock Shawn off his feet as Cinderella."
"Well, you make a wonderful Scarlet O'Hara," Belle said in return.
Chloe did a slight curtsey and replied with a thick southern accent, "Why, good heavens, thank you."
As the girls burst into a fit of giggles, a sound from downstairs floated to their ears. Practically freezing, Belle nervously chattered, "Oh, my God. That was the doorbell. Whew, okay, um, I guess that means Shawn is here." Giddiness clear in her voice, Belle stated, "My Prince Charming has arrived!"
Just as Belle was departing her brother's bedroom with Brady and Chloe following close behind, she froze once more. She couldn't be certain, but it almost sounded like her father was laughing hysterically at Shawn.
Turning to her brother, Belle questioned, "Why would Daddy be laughing that much at my date?"
"Only one way to find out," said Brady as he brushed past his sister and took the lead.
~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~* * ~
"Oh. My. God," gasped Belle just before her hand flew to cover her mouth and stop any giggles from escaping.
"Not a word," growled Zach Wesley as he unhappily stood near the couch. "I don't want to hear a single word out of any of you."
After glancing at Zach with amusement one last time, John said, "I'm going to leave you kids to . . . well, to handle this. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
The moment Brady and Belle's father had left the room, Chloe smugly stated, "I warned you about waiting until the last minute to try and find a costume on Halloween. Look what happens when you don't listen to me."
Tossing his older brother's step-daughter a childish glare, Zach retorted, "This coming from some overly dramatic Dixie queen."
"I'm Scarlet O'Hara you dork. Besides it was either this or agreeing to go as Tarzan and Jane." A smirk emerging on her face, Chloe added, "Of course, then Brady and I would have looked almost as stupid as you."
Belle gave Chloe a gentle swat on the arm before saying to Zach, "You don't look stupid. I actually think you look rather charming and dashing."
"Nah, he just looks stupid," quipped Brady with a laugh.
Just as Zach was preparing to give his indignant retort, the doorbell chimed throughout the penthouse. Her eyes growing humorously wide, Belle exclaimed, "It's Shawn!"
Mocking his sister's excitement, Brady placed his hands on his cheeks and squealed, "Oh, boy!"
Belle ignored her brother as the ring of the doorbell sounded once more. Turning to her three companions, she said, "Um, shouldn't you guys go in the kitchen and help my dad with something?"
Before Brady or Zach could protest, Chloe was politely leading them out of the room and giving Belle the privacy to greet her very own Prince Charming.
Her heart beating faster than it ever had, Belle gracefully made her way to the door. She had to nearly force herself to take deep breaths as her delicate hand rested on the doorknob. Knowing that Shawn Brady - her very own Prince Charming - was waiting for her on the opposite side of the slab of wood was a truly invigorating feeling.
Turning the knob, Belle allowed the front door to slowly swing open and reveal the one guy who was able to make her heart flutter and body tremble.
Forgetting the bouquet of roses that he gripped, Shawn simply stared in awe at his beautiful date. After wasting so much time, he thanked God that he had finally woken up and realized that Belle Black was the one and only girl for him. There was no need to play games when such a strong and timeless love was involved.
Blushing under the flattering gaze of Shawn, Belle timidly motioned to the flowers he held and joked, "Those had better be for me."
"Of course they are. After all, I couldn't show up empty-handed when I was given the chance to escort the most beautiful girl to ever live."
The words that Shawn spoke seemed so unlike the independent teen that Belle couldn't quite stop herself from giggling just a little.
Releasing a laugh of his own, Shawn said, "Did that sound as cheesy as I think it did?"
"Yeah - but it was still the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."
"Well, cheesy or not, it's true. You're honestly the most beautiful girl that has ever lived." Unable to stop himself from at least joking just a little, Shawn added, "Hey, even your hair looks good tonight. I really like that whole bun-thingy you got going on."
Playfully slapping her date, Belle laughed and said, "It's a good thing I like you, because if I didn't there's no way you could get away with making fun of my hair. That's just a line that you don't cross."
Glancing away from Belle for the first time since he had arrived, Shawn questioned, "So, where are Brady and Chloe? I thought that they were both going to get ready for the party here."
"Oh, they're in the kitchen with my dad and Zach."
"I actually ran into your brother yesterday afternoon, and he mentioned that he was trying to convince Chloe that they should go as Tarzan and Jane. Did he ever succeed?"
"Um, no," laughed Belle. "There was no way that Chloe was going to go anywhere in a skimpy animal print costume. And, to be perfectly honest, I doubt Brady would have actually let her leave the penthouse in that kind of costume if she had agreed."
"Probably not," Shawn agreed.
Clearing his throat as a way to discreetly announce his presence in the room, John Black slowly approached his baby girl and the young man who would be escorting her to the costume party. Realizing that his daughter was already beginning to seriously date and his son was preparing to get married, John suddenly felt incredibly old. Shaking away the dreariness of such a thought, he said, "I hope you kids have a fun, safe evening."
"We will, Daddy," Belle replied sweetly as she struggled to control the giddiness that threatened to completely overwhelm her.
Turning his attention solely to Shawn, John lowly stated, "I trust that you'll be on your best behavior and not keep my daughter out to late . . . right?"
Shawn suddenly felt as if his collar were transforming into a noose that inadvertently choked the life out of him. "Um, yeah. Of course, you can trust me."
Slapping Shawn's arm rather harshly, John smiled brightly and said "Good. That's real good to know, Shawn."
After turning and giving his daughter a quick kiss on the forehead, John stated, "I'm going to head upstairs to finish up some work. Have a good night, sweetheart."
Watching her father disappear up the staircase, Belle attention was suddenly captured by Shawn happily exclaiming, "Ah, man! Are those tights?"
"Yes," responded Zach as he entered the room from the kitchen. "But, I assure you that they are very manly tights."
Covering his mouth with his hand, Shawn nodded. Feeling that he had the tempting laughter under control, Shawn questioned with a smirk, "So, should I address you as Mr. Pan, or can I just call you Peter?"
"Funny, Shawn, really funny," Zach grumpily replied as he dropped down on the couch. However, he immediately jumped to his feet and began to curse unhappily. In response to the questioning glares that Shawn and Belle sent him, Zach stated, "I poked myself with my sword."
For Shawn, that was the final straw, and he began to erupt in laughter. He had been slightly uncomfortable with his own outfit, but going as a dashing prince was a far cry better than showing up at the party of the year in a pair of puke green tights and a tiny hat plastered to your head.
Continuing to laugh, Shawn warned, "Well, just be careful. We wouldn't want you to accidentally stab the manly part of those tights."
While Belle and Shawn began to laugh at his expense, Zach grumbled, "It's times like this that make me wish I would have gone to live with my great- aunt Bernice at her retirement village in Alabama."
~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~
As Shawn and Belle's lighthearted laughter drifted into the kitchen, Brady and Chloe stared into the unfathomable depths of the other's eyes. Surprising even herself, Chloe gently reached her hand up and ran her fingers over the locks of Brady's hair.
Rather quietly, she stated, "I'm not so sure how I feel about you having such dark hair, even if it is only for the evening. I guess I just like you more with your natural blonde hair."
"Are you saying you think I look bad?"
"No! Brady, you look . . ."
"Magnificent, handsome, sexy, charming . . ." Brady supplied with a smirk.
Shaking her head, Chloe smiled and muttered, "You can be such a jerk." Returning her gaze to Brady and his darker hair, she stated, "With your hair colored this shade of brown, you really do look a lot like your father. I guess the darker hair just makes the resemblance between the two of you more noticeable."
Though his fiancée didn't say the words, Brady knew exactly what she was thinking. Careful to not disturb the curls that fell around her face from the hair that stylishly rested upon her head, Brady pulled Chloe into a hug. In a whisper, he promised, "I swore to you that we would find your father, and we will. I won't let you down."
"I know, Brady. I just wish . . ."
"What? What do you wish?"
Deciding to just be honest, Chloe confessed, "Well, you're always trying to help me with my life. Whether it's something that went wrong in the past or something that will affect my future, we're constantly worrying with my problems. But, we never really discuss you or the things in your past and present."
"That's because there is nothing to discuss."
Brady's quick and abrupt answer only succeeded in making Chloe more curious than ever. However, she full realized that it was a battle for another day. Opting to merely smile up at her gorgeous date, Chloe said, "I suppose we need to go upstairs and get your mustache. After all, everyone knows that you have to have a mustache to truly be Rhett Butler."
Extending his arm in a gentlemanly fashion, Brady used his best southern accent and said, "Shall we, my lady?"
Placing her arm in Brady's, Chloe only smiled. True happiness needed no words.
~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~
Her hand grasped by Shawn's, Belle allowed him to lead her across the lobby. "I hope Brady and Chloe don't mind that we didn't say good-bye. Maybe we should have waited for them come out of the kitchen before leaving."
Giving Belle's hand a reassuring squeeze, Shawn said, "I'm sure Brady and Chloe will understand. Besides, it's not like we won't be seeing them at the party." After a brief pause, Shawn added with touching sincerity, "But, it's really sweet how you worry about everyone else before yourself."
"I just want to make sure that everyone is happy."
"Yeah, well, tonight is the night that I make sure you are happy. I promise to make this the best Halloween of your life. And, it all starts when we walk out those doors."
Glancing eagerly at the doors leading outside, Belle giddily said, "Let's go!"
Leading his captivating love to the doors, Shawn smiled triumphantly when the doormen opened the doors and revealed the chariot that awaited the couple.
Tears filling her eyes, Belle whispered, "I can't believe this. It's like a fairy tale."
Though the chariot was more of simple carriage and the horses rather similar to the mares that were a part of the tour though the city park, it was still incredibly romantic to Belle and touched her heart deeply. The facts of the situation didn't matter. All that mattered was the amount of trouble Shawn had obviously gone to just to ensure her an enchanting evening.
Her eyes glistening with tears of joy and surprise, Belle whispered, "I have a feeling that this will be a night none of us will ever forget."
"Actually, you look stunning," commented Brady as he entered his bedroom that Chloe had used to change into her costume. Slowly taking in every detail of the dress's tight bust and full skirt, Brady realized that Chloe made a truly ravishing Scarlett O'Hara. "I have no doubt that I'll be escorting the most exquisite lady there."
Turning to face her "betrothed", Chloe rolled her blue eyes and questioned, "What are you wanting, Brady Black? If you're spewing that many compliments, you must want something. Now, what is it?"
"What? Can't a man flatter his amazing fiancée without a reason?"
Tossing Brady her perfected "do you honestly expect me to fall for your verbal animal droppings?" glare, Chloe groaned, "Brady . . ."
Brady lifted his hands as a sign of surrender. "All right. You got me. I do want something."
Displaying her trademark sarcasm, Chloe remarked, "I'm shocked."
Letting Chloe's comment slide without a retort, Brady asked with extreme politeness, "Could you please help me with this vest? On of the buttons is loose, so I was hoping you could just pin it for me."
With great care, Chloe took the unclasped safety pin from Brady's hand and strategically placed it beside his vest button. Having finished with the minor tailoring, Chloe looked up at Brady with timid eyes and stated nervously, "So, I guess tonight's going to be our first public event as a supposedly engaged couple."
"Yeah," Brady replied as he wondered what other response he could possibly give to the comment.
"I guess it'll prove just how good the both of us are at acting. After all, we'll have to spend the entire night pretending to be in love."
Lowering his head just slightly, Brady whispered huskily, "I suppose we'll have to be sure to always stare deeply into each other's eyes. And, of course, we'll have to make lots of physical contact."
Shocking Chloe, Brady began to softly run his right hand up her bare arm in an almost seductive manner. "You know, lots of little touches . . ."
"Oh!" Belle gasped as she flung open the door to Brady's bedroom. Embarrassment clearly written on her face, Belle hurriedly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
Instinctively jerking away from Brady, Chloe quickly replied, "Oh, no, Belle, it's . . . um. . . not a big deal."
Smiling brightly at Brady and Chloe, Belle suddenly ran toward the couple and pulled them into a tight hug. Practically squealing, she happily said, "This is going to be so awesome! One of my best friends in the whole world is going to marry my big brother! I'm so happy for you guys!"
"Thanks, Belle," replied Chloe, attempting to hide the guilt that only Brady was able to hear in her voice. Belle had truly been a wonderful friend, and Chloe felt quite horrible for deceiving her.
Pulling away from her exuberant friend, Chloe smiled and said, "Wow. Belle, you look magnificent. I bet Shawn will be too busy staring at you to even tell you what he has planned for tonight."
"You think?" Belle questioned as she spun around in a circle, her silver evening gown practically floating on air as she twirled.
"I know," affirmed Chloe. "You are definitely gonna knock Shawn off his feet as Cinderella."
"Well, you make a wonderful Scarlet O'Hara," Belle said in return.
Chloe did a slight curtsey and replied with a thick southern accent, "Why, good heavens, thank you."
As the girls burst into a fit of giggles, a sound from downstairs floated to their ears. Practically freezing, Belle nervously chattered, "Oh, my God. That was the doorbell. Whew, okay, um, I guess that means Shawn is here." Giddiness clear in her voice, Belle stated, "My Prince Charming has arrived!"
Just as Belle was departing her brother's bedroom with Brady and Chloe following close behind, she froze once more. She couldn't be certain, but it almost sounded like her father was laughing hysterically at Shawn.
Turning to her brother, Belle questioned, "Why would Daddy be laughing that much at my date?"
"Only one way to find out," said Brady as he brushed past his sister and took the lead.
~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~* * ~
"Oh. My. God," gasped Belle just before her hand flew to cover her mouth and stop any giggles from escaping.
"Not a word," growled Zach Wesley as he unhappily stood near the couch. "I don't want to hear a single word out of any of you."
After glancing at Zach with amusement one last time, John said, "I'm going to leave you kids to . . . well, to handle this. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
The moment Brady and Belle's father had left the room, Chloe smugly stated, "I warned you about waiting until the last minute to try and find a costume on Halloween. Look what happens when you don't listen to me."
Tossing his older brother's step-daughter a childish glare, Zach retorted, "This coming from some overly dramatic Dixie queen."
"I'm Scarlet O'Hara you dork. Besides it was either this or agreeing to go as Tarzan and Jane." A smirk emerging on her face, Chloe added, "Of course, then Brady and I would have looked almost as stupid as you."
Belle gave Chloe a gentle swat on the arm before saying to Zach, "You don't look stupid. I actually think you look rather charming and dashing."
"Nah, he just looks stupid," quipped Brady with a laugh.
Just as Zach was preparing to give his indignant retort, the doorbell chimed throughout the penthouse. Her eyes growing humorously wide, Belle exclaimed, "It's Shawn!"
Mocking his sister's excitement, Brady placed his hands on his cheeks and squealed, "Oh, boy!"
Belle ignored her brother as the ring of the doorbell sounded once more. Turning to her three companions, she said, "Um, shouldn't you guys go in the kitchen and help my dad with something?"
Before Brady or Zach could protest, Chloe was politely leading them out of the room and giving Belle the privacy to greet her very own Prince Charming.
Her heart beating faster than it ever had, Belle gracefully made her way to the door. She had to nearly force herself to take deep breaths as her delicate hand rested on the doorknob. Knowing that Shawn Brady - her very own Prince Charming - was waiting for her on the opposite side of the slab of wood was a truly invigorating feeling.
Turning the knob, Belle allowed the front door to slowly swing open and reveal the one guy who was able to make her heart flutter and body tremble.
Forgetting the bouquet of roses that he gripped, Shawn simply stared in awe at his beautiful date. After wasting so much time, he thanked God that he had finally woken up and realized that Belle Black was the one and only girl for him. There was no need to play games when such a strong and timeless love was involved.
Blushing under the flattering gaze of Shawn, Belle timidly motioned to the flowers he held and joked, "Those had better be for me."
"Of course they are. After all, I couldn't show up empty-handed when I was given the chance to escort the most beautiful girl to ever live."
The words that Shawn spoke seemed so unlike the independent teen that Belle couldn't quite stop herself from giggling just a little.
Releasing a laugh of his own, Shawn said, "Did that sound as cheesy as I think it did?"
"Yeah - but it was still the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."
"Well, cheesy or not, it's true. You're honestly the most beautiful girl that has ever lived." Unable to stop himself from at least joking just a little, Shawn added, "Hey, even your hair looks good tonight. I really like that whole bun-thingy you got going on."
Playfully slapping her date, Belle laughed and said, "It's a good thing I like you, because if I didn't there's no way you could get away with making fun of my hair. That's just a line that you don't cross."
Glancing away from Belle for the first time since he had arrived, Shawn questioned, "So, where are Brady and Chloe? I thought that they were both going to get ready for the party here."
"Oh, they're in the kitchen with my dad and Zach."
"I actually ran into your brother yesterday afternoon, and he mentioned that he was trying to convince Chloe that they should go as Tarzan and Jane. Did he ever succeed?"
"Um, no," laughed Belle. "There was no way that Chloe was going to go anywhere in a skimpy animal print costume. And, to be perfectly honest, I doubt Brady would have actually let her leave the penthouse in that kind of costume if she had agreed."
"Probably not," Shawn agreed.
Clearing his throat as a way to discreetly announce his presence in the room, John Black slowly approached his baby girl and the young man who would be escorting her to the costume party. Realizing that his daughter was already beginning to seriously date and his son was preparing to get married, John suddenly felt incredibly old. Shaking away the dreariness of such a thought, he said, "I hope you kids have a fun, safe evening."
"We will, Daddy," Belle replied sweetly as she struggled to control the giddiness that threatened to completely overwhelm her.
Turning his attention solely to Shawn, John lowly stated, "I trust that you'll be on your best behavior and not keep my daughter out to late . . . right?"
Shawn suddenly felt as if his collar were transforming into a noose that inadvertently choked the life out of him. "Um, yeah. Of course, you can trust me."
Slapping Shawn's arm rather harshly, John smiled brightly and said "Good. That's real good to know, Shawn."
After turning and giving his daughter a quick kiss on the forehead, John stated, "I'm going to head upstairs to finish up some work. Have a good night, sweetheart."
Watching her father disappear up the staircase, Belle attention was suddenly captured by Shawn happily exclaiming, "Ah, man! Are those tights?"
"Yes," responded Zach as he entered the room from the kitchen. "But, I assure you that they are very manly tights."
Covering his mouth with his hand, Shawn nodded. Feeling that he had the tempting laughter under control, Shawn questioned with a smirk, "So, should I address you as Mr. Pan, or can I just call you Peter?"
"Funny, Shawn, really funny," Zach grumpily replied as he dropped down on the couch. However, he immediately jumped to his feet and began to curse unhappily. In response to the questioning glares that Shawn and Belle sent him, Zach stated, "I poked myself with my sword."
For Shawn, that was the final straw, and he began to erupt in laughter. He had been slightly uncomfortable with his own outfit, but going as a dashing prince was a far cry better than showing up at the party of the year in a pair of puke green tights and a tiny hat plastered to your head.
Continuing to laugh, Shawn warned, "Well, just be careful. We wouldn't want you to accidentally stab the manly part of those tights."
While Belle and Shawn began to laugh at his expense, Zach grumbled, "It's times like this that make me wish I would have gone to live with my great- aunt Bernice at her retirement village in Alabama."
~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~
As Shawn and Belle's lighthearted laughter drifted into the kitchen, Brady and Chloe stared into the unfathomable depths of the other's eyes. Surprising even herself, Chloe gently reached her hand up and ran her fingers over the locks of Brady's hair.
Rather quietly, she stated, "I'm not so sure how I feel about you having such dark hair, even if it is only for the evening. I guess I just like you more with your natural blonde hair."
"Are you saying you think I look bad?"
"No! Brady, you look . . ."
"Magnificent, handsome, sexy, charming . . ." Brady supplied with a smirk.
Shaking her head, Chloe smiled and muttered, "You can be such a jerk." Returning her gaze to Brady and his darker hair, she stated, "With your hair colored this shade of brown, you really do look a lot like your father. I guess the darker hair just makes the resemblance between the two of you more noticeable."
Though his fiancée didn't say the words, Brady knew exactly what she was thinking. Careful to not disturb the curls that fell around her face from the hair that stylishly rested upon her head, Brady pulled Chloe into a hug. In a whisper, he promised, "I swore to you that we would find your father, and we will. I won't let you down."
"I know, Brady. I just wish . . ."
"What? What do you wish?"
Deciding to just be honest, Chloe confessed, "Well, you're always trying to help me with my life. Whether it's something that went wrong in the past or something that will affect my future, we're constantly worrying with my problems. But, we never really discuss you or the things in your past and present."
"That's because there is nothing to discuss."
Brady's quick and abrupt answer only succeeded in making Chloe more curious than ever. However, she full realized that it was a battle for another day. Opting to merely smile up at her gorgeous date, Chloe said, "I suppose we need to go upstairs and get your mustache. After all, everyone knows that you have to have a mustache to truly be Rhett Butler."
Extending his arm in a gentlemanly fashion, Brady used his best southern accent and said, "Shall we, my lady?"
Placing her arm in Brady's, Chloe only smiled. True happiness needed no words.
~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~ * * ~
Her hand grasped by Shawn's, Belle allowed him to lead her across the lobby. "I hope Brady and Chloe don't mind that we didn't say good-bye. Maybe we should have waited for them come out of the kitchen before leaving."
Giving Belle's hand a reassuring squeeze, Shawn said, "I'm sure Brady and Chloe will understand. Besides, it's not like we won't be seeing them at the party." After a brief pause, Shawn added with touching sincerity, "But, it's really sweet how you worry about everyone else before yourself."
"I just want to make sure that everyone is happy."
"Yeah, well, tonight is the night that I make sure you are happy. I promise to make this the best Halloween of your life. And, it all starts when we walk out those doors."
Glancing eagerly at the doors leading outside, Belle giddily said, "Let's go!"
Leading his captivating love to the doors, Shawn smiled triumphantly when the doormen opened the doors and revealed the chariot that awaited the couple.
Tears filling her eyes, Belle whispered, "I can't believe this. It's like a fairy tale."
Though the chariot was more of simple carriage and the horses rather similar to the mares that were a part of the tour though the city park, it was still incredibly romantic to Belle and touched her heart deeply. The facts of the situation didn't matter. All that mattered was the amount of trouble Shawn had obviously gone to just to ensure her an enchanting evening.
Her eyes glistening with tears of joy and surprise, Belle whispered, "I have a feeling that this will be a night none of us will ever forget."