Between A Rose And Its Thorns (ON HOLD)

The Dinner...

Beast's point of view

"Where are they?!" I snarl, continuing my pacing.

"Patience, Master, after all," Domain chuckles. "They are women!"

"And what do you mean by that?!" Mrs. Thompson snaps, I gulp as I watch the woman grab her slipper. Raising it high, ready to strike at Domain's head.

"I say with no offense, madam!" Domain raises his hands in surrender.

"Hmhm," she scowls, pitting her shoe back on.

I shake my head. "They should be here by now! Mrs. Thompson you did give them the new dresses, correct?"

"I did," she nods. "Everything is ready Master, no need to be so nervous!" She giggles.

"I'm not-!" I snarl, she raises a brow at me. I stop and take a deep breath. "I'm not nervous." I mutter.

"Master, if I may, you might not want to be on the floor." Domain suggests. I stop my pacing, growling at myself once I realize I was unconsciously walking on all four legs again.

I stand on my high legs, wiping my hands on my pants. "No! No! No! No!" I stop, raising a brow at Mrs. Thompson stomping towards me, pulling my arms away. "I did not raise a animal!" She huff, then quietly whispers, "despite your appearance." I growl at that.

"She is right Master, if you wish to win them, you must charm them!" Domain grins.

"Exactly!" Mrs. Thompson smiles, stepping back to his side. "You must be... kind."

"Yes! Yes! Pull out their chairs for them!" He said. "And be...gentle."

"Which means no growling, snarling, or snapping at the girls." Mrs. Thompson scowls at me. "But Master-!"

"Above all!" Domain cuts her off.

"You must control your temper!" They say in union.

"I get it!" I growl. "I get it!"

"Good," Mrs. Thompson smiles, uniting her hands. "Then you wouldn't mind to go into the kitchen and wash your hands!"

I glare at her and head into the kitchen. As I walked toward the bucket I could hear two new voices on the other side of the kitchen door.

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Lucinda's point of view

"Oh, there you are, puppets!" Mrs. Thompson smiles as we enter the dinning room.

"Hello, Mrs. Thompson, it is good to see you." Isabelle smiles back.

"Mademoiselles, you both look wonderful tonight," Domain comments.

I grin. "Thank you, Domain. I must say, for not being a fan of dresses, these are quite lovely."

"You have me to thank, my son and I made them ourselves," Mrs. Thompson beams proudly.

"Really?!" Belle squeals. "They are so soft!"

"Where is Jonah?" I ask as I sit down.

"The boy is already asleep, thankfully," Mrs.Thompson sighs.

Isabelle giggles as she sits next to me. She continued on speaking with them when my eyes drift to the head seat. Left empty.

"Pardon me," I say, and nod to the beast's chair. "But where is the beast?"

"Oh, he will be out in a moment, my dear. Meanwhile, enjoy yourselves," Mrs. Thompson grins and walks back to the door.

"Good luck," Domain whispers, following after her.