God of Love [Descendants AU]

|| eleven

[finn, bea, esme]
and warning: slight homophobia from chad midway through the chapter

The next morning, Bea plastered a false smile on her face as she walked forward between the small choir group that'd be opening Family Day with a performance of Be Our Guest. After a night of overthinking and self-pitying, the last thing Bea wanted to do was stand in front of a large group of people in a billowing, sheer yellow top with a big, constricting bow detail at the neck and a short, floral skirt. But that was the job description: performing her duties even when she really, really didn't want to.

"Ma chère, Mademoiselle," Bea greeted as she elegantly stepped forward. "It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you here tonight. Now, we invite you to relax." Bea waved slightly over to her parents. "Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner." The future queen curtsied in front of the group as the choir picked up behind her.

"Come on and lift your glass, you've got your own free pass," the choir sang.

"To be our guest. If you're stressed. It's fine dining, we suggest," Bea filled in. The choir repeated the title as she stepped back forward to address the crowd. "Be our guest," she concluded.

Bea's eyes glanced around the audience, finding where the villain kids were now congregating around the chocolate fountain. She had to force herself to keep smiling when her eye caught on Eros and she quickly averted her gaze. Bea made her way towards her parents with Benny in tow.

"That was just lovely!" Belle gushed, pinching her son's cheeks.

The family of four moved to a scenic spot with a photographer to get their yearly Family Day photo done. Bea pushed her shoulders back and kept up her fake enthusiasm as the twins stood with their parents.

The photographer shifted his position and angle in front of them as they conversed. "Oh, by the way, I have a new girlfriend!" Benny announced.

Their parents turned towards him in surprise with an underlying level of relief. "Oh, why didn't you tell us, Beatrice?" her mother questioned. Bea held back an eye roll and her smile became even faker. "Mm, I never wanted to say anything, but I always thought Audrey was a little self-absorbed. Fake smile. Kind of a kiss up."