Not long after the conversation in the backyard. Cruella had pulled Grace from the tub after a nice 15-minute bath. She shivered as Cruella wrapped her in a towel and picked her up.

"Well I was gonna put you in your onesie tonight, but until I make more we don't have a choice in outfits."

"Onesie?" Grace questioned.

"Oh, you're just gonna love it." Cruella squealed as they both exited the bathroom and across the hall to the sowing room. "It's where the paints and shirt are connected, but it's so much cuter than a jumpsuit. The one I made for you has-" She was cut off by yelling coming from the closet.

"Whoever you are I demand you release me from this prison at once." Grace clung to Cruella as the unknown voice continued to bark orders. "You heard me, I am royalty and I demand you let me out!"

Listening to the voice cruella immediately recognized it. "Grim?"

"Oh for Walt's sake, Cruella get me out of this- whatever it is!"

Holding Grace, Cruella walked over and opened the closet door. The evil queen fell face-first onto the carpet. Grace couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"You insolent little brat, you'll pay for this!" The Evil Queen shouted as she stood.

Grace, getting scared by her majesty, held onto Cruella tightly. Cruella in return, held grace the best she could. "Grim, she did nothing wrong."

"A child like her should know not to laugh at royalty," she mumbled as she fixed her outfit.

"A child like her has been through enough to laugh at royalty once!" Crella yelled.

"How dare you yell at me Cruella, if this were my kingdom I have you both locked away till the next millennial."

"Please don't lock us up, we didn't mean to. I'm sorry for laughing at you, please don't turn me into a hag." Grace gulped as she buried her head into Cruella's shoulder.

"A hag, why on earth would I do that?" she then looked at Cruella "What is going on?"

Cruella sighed as she placed Grace down on a chair. "See if you can dry off, I'll only be a minute."

She then pulled The Evil Queen to the other side of the room and explained everything to her. When she had finished Grimhilda looked surprised by it all. "A girl like her, sure she's a beauty, but she's a child."

"You and me both. But apparently, she gets paid millions for her dances."

"Maybe there is still hope, she does have the face of a model." that is when she was hit what an idea "I'll make your potions if I can be the girl stylest."

"You will do hair and make-up for someone other than yourself? That's a first."

"There's a reason I'm fairest of them all, right?" both ladies then laughed.

But it was cut short when Grace allied across the room for help. The girl was still dripping wet as she tried to put on her new onesie. Cause of how wet she was, it made it hard for her to put it on. The water made it stick to her body.

"Grace, I said dry off, not put the outfit on," Cruella called as she and The Evil Queen came over.

"I'm sorry," Grace said tears began to form around her eyes. The girl wasn't having a good day. She had lots of new people enter her home, almost drowned in a pool, and was now being scolded for getting dressed. Everything was bring back memories of how her grandmother had treated her.

"Come now, a precious face like yours shouldn't be covered in tears." The evil queen spoke as she crouched down, picked up the towel, and dried her eyes. "No, a face like yours must smile for the world to see."

Grace sniffed "You mean it?"

"I do." the queen smiled "If I had my mirror, he would say you're the fairest of them all."

"Realy?!" Grace asked with excitement. The Queen nodded as she began drying Grace off while Cruella tried to get Grace into her outfit. As the queen began to dry Grace's face, she noticed a small scar on her neck. Looking at it, she gently patted it with the towel before asking Grace. "What happened here, golden apple?"

When Grace realized what she was looking at she placed a hand over not only her neck but her chest too. Confused she looked at Cruella who had managed to pull the jumper up through each of Grace's arms. "Hey Cruella, did you notice this before?"

"Notice what?" She questioned now noticing Grace's hands covering herself.

"Grace, we won't judge you." the queen reminded her.

"Grandma said don't show them to anyone, there is a reminder of my past." Grace lifted her hands away and showed the women. "Please, I'm sorry I'm not perfect."

"Grace no one is perfect," Cruella said as she zipped up her jumper. It was made of a breathable material and covered in flowers. "But how did you get them?"

Grace became quiet. The question was one she did not want to answer, at least not yet.

"We understand, you can tell us when you're ready." The Queen spoke as both ladies stood.

"Can we go downstairs now?"

Both ladies nodded and Grace charged for the stairs. Once downstairs, the ladies found the males gathered around the dining room table.

"There's our princess," Jafar said from the table as he noticed them enter.

"Where's Iago, Pain, and Panic?" Grace questioned.

"They and Iago are in the cinema" Facilier replied.

"T.V.!" Grace said as she rushed off to the cinema room, leaving the rest of the villains behind.

"Won't she be hot in that?" Hades questioned as he watched Grace runoff.

"It's not made of a breathable martial so she shouldn't sweat in it," Cruella said as she and the evil queen entered the room. "But I should get back to work on sewing up some more outfits for her." Crulla explained "Also look what else the winds of change brought." she gestured to The Evil Queen.

"Ah, just the person we needed to speak to. We need some potions." Jafar inquired.

The Evil Queen nodded "Cruella filled me in on the details, I'm sure I can figure something out. But I'll need help gathering the ingredients."

"Just tell us what you'll need and will get them," Facilier stated.

"Excellent, I'll go make a list, and see if I can recall the recipe." and off she went to find a piece of paper and a pencil.

Cruella then turned to Hades "Hades can I borrow you?" With a nod of his head, he and Cruella entered the kitchen.

"Did any of you notice a scar on her chest?" Cruella questioned.

He lifted an eyebrow. "The kids got scars inside and out Cruella, I'm afraid you're gonna need to be more specific."

"She's got a literal scar on the left side of her chest and a small one on her neck" she pointed to her left shoulder just under her collarbone and then to her neck "Like she was cut there or something."

Hades slammed a fist on the table as his body began to turn red. "That bitch, I swear if she even dared harm her with an object," he growled.

"I know, I'm not happy about it either, but you can't burn this house down!" She spoke, seeing that he was about to explode.

Hades let out a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand through his flaming hair. "I'm cool, I'm cool." he then looked at Cruella "Why didn't you notice it earlier?"

"Grimhilda was the one to spot it, while she helped me dress Grace. I have no idea how missed it. But Grace isn't up to talking about it, at least not yet. Claiming her grandmother forbids it."

Hades sighed once again as he leaned against the island "Hopefully she opened up to us one day, but for right now we need to focus on next weekend."

"Agreed, and while you fellas work on the plan, I'm going to work on some fabulous outfits Grace is gonna love!" and with that, she fled upstairs to go work on Grace's new wardrobe.