Author's Notes: I do not own Once Upon A Time which is a show on ABC where if you love something, they will screw with it. Anyway, thanks for the reviews and faves and follows. I really appreciate them. Please let me know what you think and happy reading!
Beatrice stared incredulously at her mother, Mary Margaret, Emma, Aurora and Regina as they stood in her room.
"Did the Enchanted Forest have meth labs?," she asked.
She drew blank looks from Mary Margaret, Aurora and Belle.
"Because the only way that I can think you came up with that plan is you all started using crystal meth after I left."
"Unfortunately, no," said Regina, peering on the shelves at a collection of Doctor Who figurines. She picked up a Dalek. "What the hell is this?"
"It's a Dalek," said Belle. She turned back to Beatrice. "Merlin came up with this plan."
"Why does it have a whisk and a plunger?," asked Regina.
"Regina, put the robot away," said Emma.
"It's not a robot," said Beatrice.
"Could we focus?," asked Mary Margaret.
"It's a cyborg," said Beatrice. "There's a difference."
"Regina, put up the cyborg," said Mary Margaret. "Now, Beatrice, you have to believe this will work."
"Why? Because my life has worked out great so far?"
"All fairies are not alike," said Belle. "We'll find one to undo this."
"Even if they don't think I'm evil, none of them are going to stick their necks out for me," said Beatrice.
"You don't know that," said Mary Margaret. "People can surprise you."
"Yes, like they suddenly curse you for no apparent reason."
"What's crystal meth?," asked Aurora.
Belle had been with Rumplestiltskin in the Island Kingdom for a week.
Frankly, she was done with it.
It was hot. And sticky. The women wore hardly anything and stayed separate from the men most of the time, making it so Rumple hardly brought her anywhere. There were no books and she had tired of the ones she brought.
She was hot.
The insects were enormous and she had just barely avoided being eaten by a huge snake no less than five times. She was fairly convinced the snake was out to get her.
Also, it was hot.
She once again tugged at the bodice top of her hunting outfit. Rumplestiltskin looked across at her from the hut they had been given.
"Perhaps you should change your clothes," he suggested for not the first time.
"If I change into anything else, the insects will eat me alive."
"I can concoct another potion."
"That hasn't worked yet," said Belle. "These creatures are immune to your magic."
Rumplestiltskin turned back.
"How much longer will it be?"
"It's a very rare parchment I'm after, Belle. Any spell written on it is said to be the most powerful of all."
"What do you need something like that for?"
Rumplestiltskin gave away nothing. "It's good to have these things on hand."
Belle nodded.
He turned back. "What say we go on a hike to Pele?"
"The volcano?," asked Belle.
"Yes," said Rumplestiltskin. "It's perfectly safe."
Belle gave him a hesitant look. "Okay."
Anything was better than sitting here.
Belle looked through the rack of dresses as Mary Margaret stood next to her, looking through another.
"What about this one?," asked Mary Margaret, holding up a yellow dress.
Belle shook her head. "She won't wear yellow, she says it's my thing."
Mary Margaret considered this and put the dress back on the rack. "Well, what's her thing?"
"Purple, I think, but I'm not seeing anything that says Fairy Blessing."
"Maybe white?," asked Mary Margaret.
Now Belle shot her a look.
"Okay, I understand how that sounds coming from me, but she would have been a baby if you had this when it should have been."
"If we had this when it should have been, Rumple would have locked up the Dark Castle and never let a fairy near it," said Belle.
They moved to a rack of white dresses and started sorting through them.
"I remember when your mother used to help us pick our ball gowns," said Mary Margaret. "She had such a good eye."
Belle smiled. "I used to think it so tiresome. It's a wonder she had any patience for me."
"She adored you," said Mary Margaret. "What about this one?"
Belle looked up at the white tulle dress with gold embellishments. "Oh, yes."
"Is it her size?," asked Mary Margaret.
Belle looked at the label. "It might be a little big, but Rumple can alter it."
Mary Margaret shook her head. "I still can't believe he does that."
They paid and Belle carried the garment bag out onto the street where they immediately ran into Sister Astrid.
"Sister Astrid," said Mary Margaret.
The woman froze.
"How are you?," asked Belle.
"Fine. Thank you."
"How was the Thanksgiving dinner?," asked Belle, feeling a little pushy as Mary Margaret cast a glance at her. "I'm sorry Beatrice wasn't in good enough spirits to come."
"It was quite a success. The homeless really appreciated everything she did."
"I'm glad," said Belle. "We'll see you at the ceremony then."
Sister Astrid nodded nervously and walked away.
"What if no one comes?," asked Belle.
"You can't give up hope. There has to be one good fairy out there."
Beatrice opened the front door of the pink house. It was supposed to be Mushu's delivery and instead, it was Duncan.
"I was just dropping off the bill for the paper."
Beatrice snatched the envelope from his hand. "Yeah, thanks."
"You haven't been at school."
"Yeah, my parents have this thing about me going places that are soul crushing right now."
Duncan pretended to understand. "Look, I never got to say I was sorry about the whole Cupid thing..."
Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Yeah, save it."
"No, it's just you're cool and all, you're just not my type."
"Your type..." It was less of an inquiry, more of a resignation.
"Yeah, I'm just more into girls like-"
"I'm interrupting something."
Regina's voice cut through the air and Duncan turned. She came up the steps.
"No, just Duncan was about to explain to me how I'm not pretty or something..." Beatrice shrugged. "No surprise there."
"No, I wasn't-"
Regina turned her glare towards Duncan. "Do you know this girl's mother was known as the Beauty of Avonlea? She had men from all across the realm begging to court her. So she is far better than some farmhand could dare aspire to. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Madame Mayor, uh, Your Majesty-"
Regina pointed down the steps to the sidewalk. "Go!"
Duncan did as he was ordered. Regina followed Beatrice in the house.
"Pay no attention to him, dear. He's not worth your time."
"Whatever."
Regina eyed her. "Do you really think you're not pretty?"
"I know I'm not."
"That's absurd."
"Please don't tell me that. Now I have to be worried about apples."
"You look like your mother."
"Yeah, people keep saying that, but I'm not, so here we are."
Gold emerged, glanced at Regina. "What's happened?"
"Nothing, here's the bill for the paper," said Beatrice, handing him the envelope. She went up the stairs. "Call me when there's Chinese food."
Gold looked to Regina. "What did you do?"
"I did nothing. If you want to blame someone, blame the paper boy you let her go out with."
"Well, we can't all find suitors the way your mother did. What are you doing here?"
"I came under the pretense of finalizing the guest list for the Fairy Blessing."
"And without the pretense?"
"I had an idea."
"Oh, we all know what happens when you get an idea..."
"Not as much as when you do. I'm trying to help. Do you know who has the Black Fairy's wand?"
"Not in your vault?"
"Not in your shop?"
They were both silent.
"What are you proposing, dearie?"
"I think we know who the one other person in Storybrooke who is likely to have it is."
"Mother Superior."
"It's as powerful as hers. Of course she would have it locked away."
"You are just itching to do some magic, aren't you, dearie?"
"I'll admit I miss it, but I made Henry a promise." She smiled. "There's nothing to stop you from getting it, though."
Belle had once wished for adventure in the great wide somewhere.
She now wondered what the hell she had been thinking. She didn't want to be back in Avonlea, that was for certain, but perhaps somewhere cooler and doing something more interesting than following Rumple up a path to a volcano.
Though following Rumple up a path did provide a nice view.
The greenery thinned out and there began to be the most noxious fumes as the ground beneath them became the deepest black.
Then she stopped in her tracks, thinking she must have heard something.
Rumplestiltskin turned to look at her.
"What's wrong?"
"I thought I heard something."
"Heard what?"
"Growling. Like a bear?"
"Belle, there are no bears on this island," he said, turning and resuming his walk.
"Rumple, is it much farther?," she asked. She felt she was becoming woozy, waving the air in front of her to catch a clean breath.
"The lava from this volcano is said to have magical powers," said Rumplestiltskin, not noticing her distress.
Belle stood and held her hands at her ribcage, trying to take deep breaths as if she had a corset that was too tight. Rumplestiltskin didn't seem to be stopping.
"Rumple?," she called. He continued on. "Rumplestiltskin!"
Belle didn't think she could follow one more step once she had stopped.
That's when a new fountain of lava sprang from just beside her feet, splashing onto her leg.
"Rumple," said Belle, coming into the cellar. "What are you doing down here?"
"Ah, I was just about to come get you," said Gold.
"I just got in," said Belle.
"I've been working on something on the off chance that ceremony your father was so keen to suggest doesn't work," said Gold. "I need your hair."
"My hair?"
"Just one will do."
"For what?"
"True Love."
Belle sighed and took a hair from her head, handing it over. Thanking her, Gold placed it in a bottle.
"So what? You just put some hairs in a bottle?"
"I put our hair together. Don't worry. I did this with Snow White and Prince Charming. One drop of a True Love potion made from her parents' hair ought to break any fairy's curse."
He shook the bottle and it burst into light, then exploded, breaking the bottle, leaving them staring at shards of glass.
"I take it that wasn't supposed to happen?"
"No."
"And you wanted to give that to our daughter?," Belle accused, pointing at the glass.
"I don't understand."
"I went to the dress shop," said Belle. "I got one for Beatrice, I know you'll want to look at it. It's in the hall closet."
"You chose it without Beatrice?"
"Rumple, a teenage girl who is having confidence issues and dress shopping do not mix."
"Then perhaps we shouldn't put her on display," he said following her up into the house.
"Well, I don't have a better plan and I just saw yours."
Gold went into one of the spare rooms. Belle was hard asleep and Beatrice hadn't made a sound for a change. He had some non-magical tools locked away in here that the cursed Mr. Gold had found quite useful for getting into places that he needed to be.
Like wherever Mother Superior was keeping the Black Fairy's wand locked away.
He was about to leave when he heard Beatrice crying in her sleep. He put the toolkit down and hurried into Beatrice's bedroom.
"Beatrice, waken up, sweetheart."
Beatrice again found herself in her father's arms.
"There we are..."
She looked up. "Were you going somewhere?"
"No," he said. "Not anymore."
"Why?"
Gold frowned. "Because you need me."
Beatrice sat up. Without thinking about it, she rested her head on Gold's shoulder.
"Do you think this stupid ceremony will work?"
Gold was silent.
"That's a no, then."
"Any curse can be broken."
"Yeah, True Love's Kiss. I heard about that happening once to this girl and this beast and it didn't go so well."
"That was mostly down to the beast in that instance."
"Well, at least I don't have that guy working for me on this."
"If it doesn't work, I will find something that does," said Gold. "I don't give up easily."
Beatrice came down the stairs in the white dress with gold embroidery and her pendant.
"You look lovely," Belle said with excitement. She had on her own gold lace dress. "Rumple?"
"Very lovely," he confirmed.
"Yeah, well, you people have to say that, don't you?," asked Beatrice.
"We don't say it because we have to, we say it because it's true," said Belle.
"Okay, maybe you have some sort of evolutionary blinders on, same difference. Let's get this freak show on the road," said Beatrice, grabbing her coat.
Belle howled in pain, struggling to stay upright so that she didn't fall into something more unsafe. Pain and burning, she couldn't fathom anything else until she felt Rumplestiltskin's hands around her and they vanished into a puff of smoke.
"There we are, Belle," he said softly, lying her on the floor of some hut he must have just conjured. He struggled to remove her boot, it was seared to her leg and the attempt made her cry more.
With a wave of his hand, the boot disappeared, along with the rest of the outfit. Belle found herself in a simple white linen shift as Rumplestiltskin again waved his hand healing the blistered skin.
Once healed, he rubbed his hand over the leg in circles.
"You foolish girl."
Belle sat up. "I'm foolish?!"
"You should have stayed with me where it was safe."
"Perhaps I shouldn't have followed you up the volcano in the first place!"
"I only took you because you've been pouting all week when you don't get to go somewhere!"
"Well, what was the point in bringing me if all you wanted me to do was sit in a hut and get ill from the heat!"
"Because you wore that stupid leather!"
"Look who's talking!"
"You're infuriating," he said, turning away as one of the Island Kingdom's signature rainstorms broke out.
"You're infuriating," said Belle. "You have been dragging me place to place and not telling me why. I know it's something."
"You don't need to know."
"I'm not a child and I'm certainly not your child!," said Belle.
He spun around and was in her face with unbelievable speed. "Even if it was to go to a Land Without Magic?"
"Where Baelfire is?," she asked softly. "Is that what this has all been for? Why didn't you just say so?"
He grimaced. "Because you could never want to go."
"Of course I would go with you. I want to help you find your son."
"And then when I'm powerless?"
"You'd be free from your curse," said Belle. She smiled. "I could kiss you."
"Oh, you silly, lustful girl..."
"I'm not silly! I love you and I will go anywhere with you." She leaned forward, closing her eyes as she rested her cheek against his. "This is one of those times I wish I could kiss you."
"Oh, Belle," he breathed softly as she shoved his coat off his shoulders. "Belle, what are you doing?"
"Making the best of being stuck in the rain," she said. "Unless I'm being too silly and lustful..."
"I got more than I bargained for with you..." he murmured quietly as she started on his vest.
Emma walked into the banquet hall where the Fairy Blessing was to be held.
Aurora spotted her first. "Are you wearing that?"
Emma looked down at her usual boots and jeans. "What?"
"It's a fairy blessing, not a hunting party. Where's your tiara?"
"I don't have a tiara."
Aurora looked horrified. "Mary Margaret! We have a problem!"
"You're wearing that?"
Emma spun right to see Regina in a shimmering grey cocktail dress.
"I didn't know there was a dress code for this. Besides, I didn't think you cared."
"I don't, but I won't have people thinking I've done something poorly even if I don't really care."
"Emma, what are you wearing?," asked Mary Margaret.
Emma looked at her mother wearing a white tea length gown and oh, yeah, a tiara.
"Did we discuss this?," she asked.
"You still have time to go home and change," said Mary Margaret.
Emma couldn't believe the request. "Really? Go home and change?"
Mary Margaret gave her a look. "Emma..."
"Fine, I'm going..."
Emma walked out running straight into Gold, Belle and Beatrice.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm changing," said Emma, she said continuing out.
"Oh, Beatrice, you look beautiful," said Mary Margaret.
"Yeah, sure," said Beatrice, walking over and sitting down at a table.
"She has a serious problem taking a compliment," said Regina.
"Can we just get the fairy clock ticking?," asked Beatrice. "You know, so no one can show up, so I can go home and then live a miserable life and die?"
The guests arrived. A small gathering including the dwarves. Neal and Tamara, who kept asking questions. Henry and David. The offerings for the fairies were laid out next to rose and white myrtle flower arrangements.
There was just one thing missing from the Fairy Blessing Ceremony.
A fairy.
Regina sat down across from Beatrice.
"You know, I think I understand you," said Regina.
She snorted. "Really?"
Emma came in. "Okay, what did I miss?"
Regina looked up to see Emma in a tight pink dress and heels she struggled in.
"That is not acceptable," Regina said, pointing at the garment. "We are at a Fairy Blessing, not in the club, Miss Swan."
"Give me a break, okay? This was all I had."
"Is that a price tag?," asked Beatrice.
"Yeah, I sort of bought it for a job," said Emma. "I was going to return it."
"A job?," Regina asked with an arched eyebrow. "Finally the truth comes out."
"Not like that! It was this date-"
"Whatever you want to call it," said Regina, walking off.
"Oh, come on, Regina. You know I'm not a hooker!," Emma shouted.
"Well, that's the first time that was ever heard at a Fairy Blessing," said Merlin.
Emma shot him a look and headed towards Regina.
"Well, quite a turnout," Gold said, walking up to him.
"Give it time," Merlin insisted.
Gold looked at Beatrice as she idly stared at her iPhone. "She's not much for parties where no one shows up for her."
"I don't think it's quite as hopeless as you. Unless you have a better idea."
"I did. I tried to make a True Love potion fashioned from our hair."
Merlin smiled. "How did that go, sunshine?"
"It blew up. Don't suppose you could tell me why?"
"Belle gets that from my side of the family. I wouldn't try that again. Face it, sunshine. You got more than you bargained for with her."
Belle sat next to Beatrice.
"How are you holding up?," she asked.
"Well, I suppose I'm technically no worse off than I was when we started this stupid ceremony..."
Belle shook her head as Gold joined them. "Why is it so difficult for you to believe how beautiful you are?"
Beatrice groaned. "Because I'm not..."
Belle looked at Gold.
"I've told you before you're as lovely as your mother."
"This is about Beatrice, Rumple." Belle sighed and rested her head on Beatrice's shoulder. "The most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on."
"The worst thing to ever happen to you..." Beatrice muttered.
"And what would make you say that?," Gold asked in disbelief.
Beatrice shrugged. "Easy. If I hadn't existed, Mom wouldn't have been held prisoner, put in a sleeping curse, you might have avoided your whole crazy period, she never would have been in an asylum-"
"Stop," Belle demanded. She pulled Beatrice against her and kissed the top of her head. "Stop right now."
The door opened. Everyone looked up as Sister Astrid stumbled in.
"I... I'm sorry, did I miss it?"
"No, no, you didn't miss it," said Mary Margaret, leaping forward as Belle joined her.
"Would you like something to eat or drink?," Belle asked, pointing at the table of offerings. "Anything?"
"Gold made from straw?," Beatrice muttered.
That earned a look from Gold.
"No, thank you," said Sister Astrid. She turned to Beatrice. "Beatrice, you have been good and kind-"
"You don't know me that well," said Beatrice.
"Quiet," Gold said in a low voice.
Astrid took out her wand. "Princess Beatrice, my gift shall be-"
The door opened and Mother Superior arrived, using her wand to snatch Astrid's from her hand.
"Oh, come on," groaned Emma.
"Well, that figures..." Beatrice muttered. She went back to her phone.
"And the Blue Trollop arrives once again to ruin another perfectly good gathering," said Merlin.
Belle was the one to stalk up to Mother Superior. "You get one gift to give to Beatrice and you gave it. You can give Astrid her wand and leave."
Mother Superior gave Belle a smug look. "You can't command me, Dark Mistress."
"Well, don't tempt me, dearie," said Gold.
Mary Margaret joined them. "This has gone too far. Undo the blessing you gave Beatrice. She doesn't deserve it."
"Even if she's a Dark Princess?"
"Her name is Beatrice," said Belle. "You have hated her for longer than she's been alive."
"Then you've chosen the darkness over good again."
"I have chosen my daughter."
"Then you're a fool like your mother."
Mother Superior walked off.
"Belle?," asked Gold.
"Mom?," asked Beatrice, her attention taken away from the iPhone.
Belle didn't answer, she hurried out after Mother Superior.
"Belle!," Gold called, hurrying after her.
Beatrice ran out, then Mary Margaret and David, the rest of the party eventually following them.
Except for Emma, who teetered on her impossible heels.
"Mom! Come on!," Henry said excitedly.
She grunted and balanced on one foot at a time while she took off her shoes, then held them in her hand as she ran to join the rest in bare feet.
"Mom!," Beatrice called, catching up to Belle. She put her arms around Belle. "Please don't get hurt because of me again."
Belle looked at Beatrice. "I protect you. You don't protect me," she said placing Beatrice's hand in Gold's.
"Belle, sweetheart-" Gold began.
"No! She can answer me now! Why did you say that about my mother?!"
The party goers watched as Mother Superior turned.
"What are you asking?"
"My mother got ill very suddenly. She was never sickly and no one else had whatever illness she had."
Merlin was now intrigued. "Answer her."
"What are you accusing me of?"
Belle got closer. "You killed her because she was going to make certain I found my True Love."
"Because she was going to lead you into the path of the Dark One."
There was an audible gasp. Mary Margaret covered her mouth.
"You evil tart..." said Merlin.
Belle was stunned beyond belief. She wanted to scream and leapt at Mother Superior. The fairy took out her wand and before anyone knew what had happened, Beatrice had freed herself from Gold's grasp and jumped in front of her mother, taking the brunt of the fairy magic.
Then something else happened.
As Belle screamed for her daughter, a pulse of magic burst forth, knocking Mother Superior back. She grabbed Beatrice.
"Beatrice?," Belle asked urgently. "Beatrice?"
"Sweetheart, say something," Gold implored her.
Beatrice looked at Belle. "What did you do?"
Belle shook her head. "I didn't do anything. Are you alright?"
"She's powerless," Regina said suddenly, looking at Mother Superior. She followed the nun's gaze to Belle. "Belle took her power away."
"Belle does magic?," asked Henry.
"Family secret," said Merlin. He looked at Mother Superior. "She's vanquished your power with True Love."
"Okay, that's new..." said Beatrice.
"That's impossible," said Mother Superior.
"Oh, I think it's possible, dearie," said Gold.
"I don't understand," said Belle. "I'm not-"
Beatrice looked up at Belle. "I kind of think you are."
Mother Superior started running.
"Well, that's undignified," said Merlin.
"Emma, go after her," said Mary Margaret.
"Oh, come on," Emma grunted, putting her heels back on, teetering after the nun. "Mother Superior! Mother Superior!"
"Can you undo the curse now?," Belle asked, looking at Astrid.
Astrid eyed Beatrice, then took her face by the chin. "I think you just did."
"True Love can break any curse," said Gold.
Belle smiled as she nuzzled against Rumplestiltskin's chest.
"I trust that will stop all the whining," said Rumplestiltskin.
"Yes, I think I found something to do," said Belle.
"You have a filthy mind."
Belle smiled. "The rain stopped."
"Yes."
She looked up at him. "Could we maybe look at the stars?"
He eyed her and waved his hand, the thatched roof vanishing. "Poor Belle with her head in the stars."
"See the blue one? Someone told me it was a wishing star."
"And what have I told you about wishes?"
"We don't want wishes," Belle said, mocking his tone. "What about one wish? Has anybody ever gone very wrong with one wish?"
"Ask the Evil Queen's mirror some time."
Belle raised an eyebrow. "Ask her mirror?"
"Oh, Belle, it's a long tale that he really ought to have seen coming."
"He?"
"Long tale."
Belle looked back at the sky. "When I was a little girl, I got a book once and someone had inscribed it with the incantation for wishing upon a star."
"An incantation?," he asked, vaguely intrigued.
Belle nodded.
"When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, anything your heart desires will comes to you. If you heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme, when you wish upon a star as dreamers do. Fate is kind, she brings to those who love, the sweet fulfillment of their secret longing. Like a bolt out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you through, when you wish upon a star, your dreams come true."
Rumplestiltskin sighed. "Well, you might as well make your wish since you already said it. Try to keep it small and don't say I didn't warn you."
Belle smiled. "I don't need anything," she said, looking back at the spot of blue in the sky.
Belle did have everything she wanted. A man she loved who valued her, listened to her. She might hope for the day to come when his curse broke, but never until he had his son.
If she had to be honest, there was only one other thing she would wish, a wish that she had since she was a little girl that she had never said aloud to anyone except that stranger she met the night before the Ogres came.
A little girl.
Not all sweetness and light like everyone thought little girls ought to be. She ought to be clever and curious. She could be kind, but strong and funny.
She could have Rumple's eyes. His real eyes that he had only seen briefly. Rumplestiltskin would adore her and she would be loved by both her parents.
She would have the kind of life where she decided her own fate.
"Belle, I think that's Venus."
"Oh," said Belle with a frown. "Never mind, I suppose."
"You lost her," Gold said to Emma.
"I'll find her," said Emma as Belle looked on. "She's in the woods. There's only so many places she can go without crossing the town line."
"She should cross the town line," said Belle.
"She can't hurt us now, Belle," said Gold.
Emma eyed Gold. "What are you planning on doing to her if you find her?"
"Less than she deserves."
"You know I can't let you kill her."
"People keep telling me that."
"I'm going to go check on Beatrice," said Belle, going upstairs.
Emma looked back at Gold. "Should I be worried about you?"
"I suppose that depends on you, dearie."
Emma narrowed the distance between them. "How about this? You don't go hunting down Mother Superior. I'll find her and we'll lock her up."
"And why would I agree to that?"
"Because if she comes after you first, you can do what you want and we don't have a problem."
"How very pragmatic of you. I suppose those terms are amenable," said Gold.
Belle came in Beatrice's room.
"Oh, come on," said Beatrice. "You saved me, now can I please sleep alone?"
"We need to clarify something," said Belle, taking Beatrice in her arms. "You said you were the worst thing to ever happen to us."
"Eh," Beatrice shrugged.
"You are the best thing that ever happened to us and whatever pain I went through, I would do it again if it meant I got to have you."
"I'm sorry about your mom," said Beatrice.
"Hey, that's not your fault," said Belle. "My mother told me that one day when I had a daughter I would understand why I was all she ever worried about. She was right. I'm not happy that she died, but I understand it because she would do anything for me, just like I would do anything for you."
It was Beatrice who squeezed Belle this time. "Don't do anything for me, just stay."
Belle shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere."
