Belle was walking through the west wing of the castle. She still hadn't gotten over the feeling that she was breaking rules, even though it had been months now since the spell had been broken. She came across a chest in an isolated corner, covered in dust, clearly ignored for years.
"Belle?" It was Adam.
"I'm sorry," she said instinctively.
"No, don't be, I was looking for you." He walked over next to her.
"What's this chest?" she asked.
"I really don't remember." He opened it.
Belle looked inside. "Masks?"
"I suppose Mardi Gras is coming up soon," he laughed.