The beauty of the beast

Short story entry for the Tunes of Pride 2022 contest.

True love could save her, the witch had said. For there wasn't a more powerful magic in the world.

Weren't the concerned gazes and little acts her staff did for her true love? Why hadn't she transformed yet then?

She knew the answer. The witch meant something like what Mrs Potts and Fifi had. Or Lumière and Cogs-worth. It was laughable. If she were to head to town right now she'd be the villain who kidnapped little kids in the stories the mothers told their children. If she already wasn't.

True love was like touching the sky. Unattainable. Impossible.

Until she comes.