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"Lumiere! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP FONDLING AND HELP US!" Cogsworth screamed as he waved his small fist at the enthusiastic candlestick.

"Cogsworth, lighten up, let nature takes it course!" Lumiere said dismissively before he returned to chasing Babette around the ballroom.

The clock rolled his eyes, his moustache twitching in annoyance.

"I WOULD... IF I COULD... Don't you realize, we only have six hours, twenty six minutes and fifty six seconds to finish creating the most SPONTANEOUS... UNFORGETABLE, ROMANTIC ATMOSPHERE known to man... or beast..."

"Cogsworth, mon ami, you do know this ball is only for two people no? Two people... Not two hundred..." Lumiere drawled dryly.

Cogsworth gripped the sides of his woodenhead. How could Lumiere be so blasé about this? HOW? It just boggled his brain cells. How could Lumiere treat a matter of such epic proportions so lightly? How successful this ball turned out was going to be in direct proportion to them getting their humanity back... Or did Lumiere just want to stay a candlestick his whole life... Maybe he did... Or else he would at least be attempting to help Cogsworth achieve his magnum opus...

"Lumiere... could you at least show a bit of interest... There is the..."

"Cogsworth relax! It's a ball! Not a coronation..."

"But but but the food..."

"Is enough to feed an army..."

"Decorations..."

"Frivolous!"

"Candle light? Music?"

"All taken care of..." Lumiere replied casually

"They are provided by me after all... he chuckled mischievously before kissing Babette passionately on the neck.

Cogsworth rolled his eyes.

"Fine... I shall do this myself..." he grumbled.

Finally, after a long day of preparation, which comprised of Cogsworth screaming and yelling at everyone... The night of the ball had arrived and for the first time in forever... everyone in the castle had something to look forward to... This might be the day... That long awaited day where they all might be... dare they say it? Human again... Excitement overwhelmed the castle, gossip and cheers of anticipation in every corner with every member of the staff contributing their heart and soul to ensure that this ball was by all means, a success...

Up in the east wing, unaware of the hysterics that was occurring below, Beau was in the midst of getting ready for the ball... This was Angela's birthday after all and he wanted to look his best for her... Actually he had attempted to write a book of poetry for her too but the result was page after page after page of what he deemed "garbage" and running out of time... he gave up... However to compensate ... He was going to do his absolute best to look and act like a noble man... despite not being particularly fond of tight fitting dress coats and lord knows what other kind of atrocities royalty wear...
"Do you have anything less... foppish?" Beau asked the cloak rack politely as he nervously eyed the ruffled monstrosity before him...

The cloak rack huffed grumpily... This was the tenth outfit Beau had rejected and his patience was wearing thin...Not to mention his sanity... Deciding it was best to just let Beau choose his own attire, the cloak rack threw open the doors of the closet and gestured at Beau to judge for himself... Hesitantly, Beau skimmed through the rack...The outfits were all...elaborate to put nicely... but fashionable? Definitely not... In fact, most of what the rack had were clothes people would have worn at least ten years ago...

"I think I'll wear this one," Beau finally said after what must have been half and hour of staring into the closet. Carefully, he held up a dark navy blue dress jacket with gold trimmings and golden buttons. Watching the cloth rack scratch his head with an unimpressed expression before running off made Beau a little worried but when it returned carrying an ivory waist coat, dark breeches and black boots... Beau couldn't help but grin...

"Perfect... Thank you..."

Fitting himself into the suit, Beau carefully pulled his arms through the sleeves and surveyed his reflection carefully... He couldn't help but smile at the mirror. Indeed, he did look rather dashing in his new attire... True... the coat was a little tight despite the cuffs being too huge but... He did look like a noble... A prince even...

"Think Angela will like this?" he asked the cloak rack nervously.

A reassuring thumbs- up made Beau heave a sigh of relief...

"I hope you're right..." he murmured as he made his way to the door.

Up in the West Wing, Babette, Miss Potts and Madame de la Grande Bouche were doing their absolute best to try and pacify a panicked Angela.

" WHAT WAS I THINKING?! LOOK AT ME! I'M HIDEOUS!" Angela hissed at her reflection before sinking down onto her knees, just seconds away from breaking down into tears.

"Your grace... Perhaps another dress would suffice?" The kindly Madame suggested while giving Babette and Miss Potts an uncomfortable look.

"I told you Pink would have looked better..." she mumbled subtly as their mistress's sobbing became more apparent...

"No... No it's not the dress... Its me..." Angela said softly as she looked down at her body...

The dress was gorgeous, skillfully tailored to bring out a desirable feminine form from an undeniable bestial body... From bust down, Angela looked stunning, wearing a gown fit for a princess, the layer upon layer upon layer of silk and satin decorated with precious gems making up the huge flowing skirt, covering her strange legs and tail, the bodice made so gut wrenchingly tight it emphasized her feminine curves which she thought had long disappeared, the sleeves so craftily designed, they hid her broad, thickly furred shoulders... Making her menacing built seem smaller and more petite... Her magnificent outfit was completed with silken gloves that hid her paws making them resemble normal human hands... All this would have been spectacular... but to Angela... as beautiful as the dress was... It did nothing to conceal her monstrous face and fur... It did nothing to hide that she was just a beast in human clothing... It just made the whole point of wearing such a majestic dress essentially pointless which in turn made ripping it off and calling off the whole damn thing ... so painfully tempting...

Chip, who had been chased away by his mother earlier, was waiting eagerly behind the door... Excited to see his mistress in the ball gown Madame had shown him earlier. However, upon hearing shouts coming from the other side of the door, he did what any other curious, inquisitive seven year old would do, he peeked in only to feel his jaw drop. Since he was so used to seeing Angela in her sloppy too large shirts and pants... it came as a huge surprise for the little tea cup to see a very different Angela kneeling in a gorgeous gown with her long skirts fanned out gracefully around her. He knew she was a princess... but he had never actually seen her dress or even act like one so it took a while for him to remember that the stunning Angela before him was the same Angela he served tea to everyday.

"You look pretty!" he exclaimed loudly causing everyone to stop in their tracks to turn and look at him... Mrs. Potts cringed as Angela stopped sobbing... and very slowly gesture at Chip to come closer...

"Chip..." Angela whispered as she gently lifted him closer to her.

"Yeah?

"I need you to be perfectly honest with me alright?" she begged, her tone desperate...

Chip furrowed his eyebrows at Angela; there was something really confusing about all of this...

"Alright..."

"Do you... Do you really think... I look... pretty?" Angela asked hesitantly dreading his answer.

"Of course you do! You're a princess! And princesses always look pretty!" he said enthusiastically. The other servants noticing this quickly joined in with their train of compliments.

"Except you're kinda crying... That doesn't look very nice..." Chip muttered softly before pouting to demonstrate. Angela laughed, despite sniffling a little. Nodding, she wiped off her tears.

"Yes... Yes...You're right... Thank you Chip..." she said gratefully before planting a soft kiss on his cheek making him blush bright red but smile widely anyway.

Taking a deep breath, Angela rose back on her feet and took her seat in front of the mirror.

"Sorry... I didn't know what came over me..." she muttered to her servants before allowing the hairdresser to continue from where he had stopped, avoiding the mirror the whole while to avoid another panic attack...

Finally, after what felt like hours of brushing, styling and yanking, the hairdresser deemed his work presentable and allowed Angela to finally move...

Taking a reluctant peek at the mirror and surprisingly... not hating what she saw... Actually she actually kind of liked what she saw... Though not perfect, her gown and accessories made her feel prettier than she ever did in a long time... and mercifully, the mirror reflected this...

Slowly, she turned to her servants for their opinions...

"What do you think?" she asked shyly before giving a three hundred and sixty degree turn so they'd get a good look at her.

"You look wonderful my dear..." Miss Potts smiled warmly.

"Beau's going to be a lucky fellow tonight..." Madame de la Grande Bouche nodded enthusiastically. Angela waited eagerly for Babette's reply but the feather duster was silent, her lips pursed and her thin eyebrows knitted together as if in deep thought. Finally she passed judgment...

"C'est magnifique..."

Angela blushed at their compliments before twirling innocently, just to see the skirt fan out around her one last time... It was like the gown was slowly working its own magic on her... As long as she avoided looking at her arms and face, she could gladly pretend that they weren't covered in fur... Watching as the elaborate fabric swirl back into place, Angela couldn't help but smile... To be completely honest with herself... she actually felt like a princess again... That pretty little princess that once danced the night away in her tiny dancing frock ... Her dancing was the only thing that seemed to make people happy which in turn made her happy...

However, she wasn't sure she wanted to be that selfish little brat anymore... She just wanted to be her... Just Angela... Nothing special, nothing desirable... Just the Angela Beau wanted her to be...

"Silly silly Angela..." she thought blinking at her sudden train of confused and unnecessary thoughts... Why was she thinking so deeply into this?

"Its just a dress... Its just a ball... Its just Beau..." she mumbled to herself... Today was supposed to be an enjoyable day... she was going to stop being so melancholy... She was going to have fun... It was just going to be Beau and her... Nobody else... Just Beau and her...

"Beau and I..." the thought of that alone made Angela smile longingly...

"Ahememememe... Your escort awaits..." came Cogsworth's pompous voice snapping Angela out of her trance. Taking a deep breath, she nodded thanks to her servants as they wished her the best of luck before following Cogsworth down the spiraling staircase where Beau waited...