'True beauty is found within...' I absolutely LOVE Beauty and the Beast! It is such a beautiful story with such a powerful message! I have been completely and utterly obsessed with Disney's new live action film version, so this story is in its honou...
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A few weeks later, church bells filled Villeneuve. Everyone felt the excitement - weddings were always exciting events, but this was the wedding of their very own town hero.
It was early in the morning - the sun was just beginning to rise. Belle emerged down the stairs to where her father waited.
"Ah, my dear." Maurice gave her a loving smile. "My little girl, all about to be married."
"Yes," she breathed, almost in disbelief. "I'm about to embark on one of the greatest adventures of all!" Butterflies swarmed in her stomach.
He chuckled. "Yes." He took her hands. "I am so, so proud of you. And happy."
"Thank you Papa."
He pulled her into a near crushing hug. Happy a day as it was, it was also a little difficult for them both - for the first time in many years, Maurice would now be alone.
"Your mother would be too."
This comment made Belle's heart flutter. "Thank you Papa. I know. I wish she could be here today."
"And she is, watching over you."
"And you too."
When they pulled away from their hug, he was teary-eyed. "Oh Papa," she cried. "Please don't cry, or you'll make me cry as well!"
He chuckled. "I make no promises." The clock on the mantel began chiming then. "My my, the time! We'd best not keep everyone waiting." He led her outside where the sight that met her eyes made her laugh. Philippe had been cleaned and brushed and all saddled up, flowers tucked into his mane and the blanket across his back. Maurice helped her up onto the horse's back and then he walked along beside them, leading them to the chapel.
Within the chapel, it was very crowded, everyone wanting to catch at least a glimpse of this happy, exciting moment. Gaston stood at the front, standing proudly as usual, clad in his red and gold coat.
