Disney high; Belle

Chapter Seven

Adam opened Belle's door once they wound their way deep into Paris. Adam had made Belle shut up with his last statement. As she exited the car Adam leaned her against the now closed door.

"I don't want you to hate me Belle." He whispered.

"Adam, I don't think I have it in me to hate you."

"Just," he sighed, "please, please listen closely to everyone who talks to you in here."

"What? Do you think I'll be rude to people?" Belle asked, slightly offended.

"No, I think you'll feel awkward and when you feel awkward you run away or at least try to." Adam said pressing his forehead against hers.

Belle's breath caught in her throat. She felt Adam's warmth and could feel her cheeks heating. Adam must've realized that something changed in the way that she became rigid. Adam took a quick step back not wanting to scare Belle. He certainly didn't want to overstep his boundaries with her.

"Follow me" he said holding his hand to her.

All Belle could do was nod her head.

Adam held her hand gently as he drew closer to the boutique. Belle accidentally squeezed his hand with anxiety as she realized what store it was. This place, Herve L. Leroux, was a famous boutique where most of the dresses within were made to order and mighty pricy.

"Adam...?" She asked.

"Trust me on this." Was all the comfort he offered the little ball of anxiety that was Belle.

Once inside Adam made Belle sit in the small chair as he got service for her. Belle tried and failed to calm her breathing. Soon enough a beautiful woman offered her hand for Belle to shake.

"Hello darling, I'm miss Plumeau. I'll be helping you today." The woman said taking Belle into a secluded part of the boutique.

"So today your boyfriend asked us to fit you with a prom dress, brown hair and eyes, let's get you out of blue for now." Miss Plumeau rapped off making Belle feel slightly inadequate.

As Belle undressed Miss Plumeau brought about eight different colored dresses and draped them over the door for Belle. The first three were bright red dresses and the next two were purple after that were two light pink dresses but the last dress was a screaming yellow dress. Slowly Belle undressed and tried the first of the dresses.

"Oh, no honey, no red for you." Miss Plumeau said and she gathered the other two red dresses.

Belle said nothing as she walked back into the dressing room and tried on the first purple dress, it didn't compliment her figure at all. Belle slowly opened the door already shaking her head. Miss Plumeau immediately understood and took the other purple dress out. As she left, Miss Plumeau told Belle to try the yellow dress first. Belle was secretly glad, pink was nice but she felt it would make her look like a twelve year old and that was the last impression Belle wanted Adam to have of her. The yellow fabric glided onto Belle's body with and indescribable feeling. Looking in the thin mirror Belle had to admit that she looked good. Better than good, Belle looked like all the sexiness in the world had jumped her and made her incredible. With three confident strides she strode out of the and smiled the brightest as Miss Plumeau circled Belle. 

"Beauty," Plumeau said then added, "your boyfriend will have to beat every other person in the room off with a stick. I am very happy he decided to stay in the front of the boutique."

Belle blushed furiously as she realized what Miss Plumeau meant. Belle was about to correct her about the status of Belle's and Adam's relationship when she couldn't really say either way what their relationship was now. Were they friends alone, or with benefits by living together now, or was the relationship entirely different? Belle needed to talk to Adam about that, if anyone at school knew then, well there could be a problem.