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Chapter 4: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

While the staff was happily decorating, a someone stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed and glaring at the people.

"Huh! That little peasant thinks she's so great!" the woman hissed, her eyes turning to Michelle. "Cette Salope..." It was Babette. She turned around and left the great hall and went to the lonely, snow garden, her fists clenched tightly. "First, she takes away mon amour and now-" She let out a frustrated screech and broke her feather duster over her knee. "He is mine!" Tears filled her eyes as she threw the pices away. "And soon...yes, before this week is over I'll get him back. I'll...I'll...do everything!"

"Everything?"

Babette turned around. "Who are you?" She asked and raised an eyebro.

"Just someone who's soul mate was stolen from him?" the man answered and stepped closer. He wore a huge coat which covered his face. "And I think if I can't be happy, why should anyone else be?"

Babette nodded. "You're right! It's not fair!" She sighed and brushed some snow out of her face. "So? Who are you?"

"That's not important, dear. Just make sure both of those lovely couples break up til Christmas."

Babette raised a brow. "Both?"

"Lumiere and Michelle, as well as Belle and Adam!" he answered.

"Breaking off Lumiere and the harlot is one thing, but...opposing the Prince?"

"Don't worry. I shall reward you well."

Babette looked up to the sky, then she nodded. "Alright then."

"Take this!" he said and handed her a necklace with a beautiful emerald pendant. "As long as you wear it, Lumiere won't be able to resist you." he explained.

"Sweet!" She said putting it around her neck.

"Now, I shall leave. Do your best, sweet Babette. And all your dreams shall come true." When Babette turned around, he was gone.

"Wonder who that was?" she muttered and took a closer look at the necklace. She grinned.

Lumiere, Cogsworth and Mrs Potts, who all took a little break from work, sat in the kitchen, each a cup of tea in their hand.

"If only I knew what to give to Michelle..." Lumiere wondered.

"What about Jewelry? Or a dress?" Cogsworth suggested.

Mrs Potts shook her head. "No, love. It has to be special."

Lumiere sighed, just as Belle entered the kitchen. "I can't believe it!" she shouted angrily, slamming her book on the table.

"What is it, dear?" Mrs Potts asked, as she stood up to get the girl a cup.

"Adam!" she whispered. "He seriously asked me why I don't spend more time with him. When I explained him that I'm busy because of Christmas, he told me to leave the preparations to the servants, it's inapropriate for a princess too work that much anyway."

The tree servants exchanged glances.

"Poor dear, have a cup of tea."

Belle nodde and took the cup. "Not sure what his problem is!"

"Men..." Mrs. Potts shrugged.

"Right? I love him, but..."

"Well, any man needs attention. If he doesn't get enough, we quickly get impatient."

Belle slammed the cup on the table. "Well, either he gets a grip or..." she stood up and walked away.

The others looked at each other.

"Oh, dear..."!

Belle walked around the castle, tears streamed down her face.

"Hey, Belle!" It was Michelle. Belle turned to her. "Yes?"

"Haqve you seen Lumiere, I...honey, what's wrong?"

"It's adam...he..."

"Calm down, dear." Michelle put her hands on Belles shoulders and led her to the living room. The two girls sat down in front of the fire place, putting a blanket over her friend.

"Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

A maid entered the room, offering hot chocolatre. Michelle took two cups and offered one to Belle.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas no"

Michelle smiled, as she noticed that her friend had fallen asleep, her head resting against Michelles shoulder.

"Merry Christmas, Belle..."