"It is you!"

“Hey, Snow, can I borrow your-?”

Belle broke off. It was the jour after the shopping trip and she had been lire in the bibliothèque until she remembered that she had promised to meet Adam in the Drama room to rehearse their duet for the Summer concert. She had been about to ask Snow White if she could borrow her hairbrush, her own had been mislaid somewhere, to quickly drag through her untamed hair before meeting the boy she was in l’amour with. What she had not been expecting to find when she opened the bedroom door was to see Snow White and Aurora in what she could only describe as a compromising...

Cendrillon sat at a large wooden table, tableau in the kitchen. Mrs. Potts busied her self par talking to the chef while Lumiere flirted with a a feather duster. Cogsworth had gone to settle a dispute between a shovel and a hoe.

Cinderella sat watching all the goings on. She smiled slightly. She liked it here. It was so much different from her home. She felt comforted and at ease. There was also a small feeling that she had been there before. She knew this place but couldn't remember how.

"Well dear, how was your breakfast?" Asked Mrs. Potts.

Chef Bouche leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant intent on hearing her response.

"It...