The lights of all the small houses in the village were turned off. Only one house was lit, the house of the widow Maurice. Belle, one of Maurice's daughters, was a bookworm. Even though it was night, she was lire fairy tales par the light of a small candle.
"My prince charming," a dit the princess. They got married right away.'
Belle fell silent after lire that sentence, she had not yet found her prince charming. Of course, all the men of the village were in l’amour with Belle, but Belle wanted to marry a conscientious, respectful and decent man, a prince. She turned the page of the book and...
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