I sat there contented with my Father enjoying the final minutes of freedom before I will forced into something we both know could never be good. But then come as knock, knock. This can only mean that the wedding will soon, so I dash around the screen which my father craved for my mother when they did not have a door when they were first married, in Paris. I feel said to leave it here now but there is no way that Gaston will allow this to be in his house, so I must leave it.

"Yes, she's getting ready." I hear my Father saying to the stranger to the door.

"Okay, is Belle's stuff ready to go?" I recognize the voice it's only LeFou, he was nothing to worry about, only a pawn in Gaston's cruel game.

"It's over there," I could visualize my Father pointing to the chest which I had pulled out from my room the night before and the mirror which lies just underneath the lid of the chest. The mirror which will be for now and forever the only connection I can ever have to my Beast. I hear the men lifting up the trunk carrying my processions to a place where they do not belong. I try and put those thoughts to the back of mind, think about getting though today, think tonight till then.

I hear my Father close the door I can imagine him shaking his head at the scene in which he has just played a part of, trying to tie the tie which he only brings out for the most special of occasions. I hear him mutter under his breath about the damn tie but I know that's what he's not angry about the tie. After a second his grumbling ends, and as I expected he knocks on my door.

I am ready for this and open even before the knock is finished. My Father stands there dumfounded for a few seconds taking me in, as I wear my Mother's silk gown. I watch the creases on his face as he looks at me in this wedding gown I shouldn't be wearing.

"You… You look just like, your mother." He says very shakily to me, and I can see the tears in his eyes, he must have been thinking of that day they wed, in a small church after my Mother had run off from her family of small time nobles in order to marry a dirt poor inventor. I remembered the bed time story they use to tell me about how the fell in love and married. And how they use to tell me how they will never care who I would marry as long as I loved them.

And now standing here in her dress I feel like remembering me makes me suddenly feel as so much of a fraud. But I believe if my Mother was alive she would understand the reasons, or would she I mean she left her family for love yet I couldn't do the same.

Then another knock a loud Bang, Bang, Bang. And I know that my fate is sealed. My Father goes to answer the door and I take one last look around the room I called my own for many years.

"Ah Maurice, it's time for the wedding, now won't you go fetch my bride for me." I hear him say in his horrid booming voice so fake that I know the must be a crowd of some sort outside the house, maybe that's were the wedding party is though I hope surely not.

I walked out of my room trying to keep my shoulders high and look Gaston straight in those cruel blue eyes. He stands there in a smarter version of the hunter's suit, which he proposed to me only a few months ago. How much has changed.

"Well Belle don't you just look the blushing bride." He said with a cool smile playing the town hero which we both know is a lie. I say nothing but bite my lip fearing if I let a single word leaving my lips will cause something so much worse than my Father being locked in the Mansion De Lune's.

He offers me his arm, I take it. And the wedding march begins, the crowd, that has gathered to see us off to the church, or that's what I thought. It turned out that the Gaston had organized the wedding to take place right out side my home as if to insult to injury.

The music begins and the last steps I take as a free woman, I can feel the hot tears sliding down my face. I hear the crowd whisper about how pretty I look and how me and Gaston make such a beautiful couple.

The Vicar begins the service and each word is a stab to everything that I've ever believed in. Each word binds me to a man which I hate, my mind can do nothing but drift to think of what could have happened if I'd told the Beast I loved last night. Today I could have been with the man I love, he could have been happy and human, and the ache behind his eyes which I could of made disappear tonight.

"I do," I hear Gaston's voice boom out with his cruelty clear in his tone his mean eyes on body like he was a dog eyeing up the juiciest piece of meat on the table.

"And do you Belle take this man to be your husband in sickness and health, for richer and poorer till death do you part?"

"I…" My voice chocking as I say the word which will bind me to this monster for as long as I live, "I do."

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." And with that the crowd cheered as Gaston forced his horrid tongue down my mouth as I gagged from his disgusting breath.

After that woman came up to me and Gaston congratulating us on the beautiful ceremony the woman also ask where I had my dress from. I smile and politely answer that it was my Mother's and thank them for coming all the time I find myself dying a little more inside. The men come up a few minutes later after they had set the tables out for the wedding breakfast congratulate us some more.

I let the rest of the day slips over me, I let myself place a shield up against what I fear may come tonight.

AN/ I BACK!

Long story on why I've not updated sooner, it begins on the 31st August when I was given a net book for my birthday and well I still haven't got word so I've taken the family laptop while my brother and sister are at scouts or something.

Anyway apparently I have a super basic word already which I didn't know about so I may be able to update more.

Also next chapter is another reason why it's rated M.