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[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"This is bizarre," Bella murmured. She cleared her throat. "So, what's for dinner?"

[Grayzers]

"Yes maddame. I have said that since day one." The clock spoke. "Shut up Cogsworth! Darling we are serving whatever you wish. You are our guest."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I... would rather not have to choose," Bella said. "Whatever you would like to... ah, make." She wasn't sure if there were actually cooks here, or if the clock and candlestick would be making her meal. If so, they'd better not get any wax in her food.

[Grayzers]

"Alright then miss. Please have a seat and relax."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Bella pulled out a chair and sat down, smoothing out the dress across her lap. The near-silence in the big dining room was eerie, a stark reminder that she was being held prisoner here.

[Grayzers]

All of a sudden, the lights came on, great chandeliers, and the dining room came to life. Everything came to life in fact as.drinks came.onto the table first, on their own, singing happily.and dancing. Their song.was about Bella, ans it was clear they were happy that she was there.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Bella gasped and almost jumped to her feet, but she grasped her composure and quickly regained it.

[Grayzers]

"Would you like some fresh punch?" A teapot asked.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Uhh... Yeah, I guess. I mean, yes thank you," Bella said, catching herself. She felt like she had to display manners, being in a place like this and dressed as she was.

[Grayzers]

They poured her punch to drink and then continued on their charade.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Bella picked up the glass and took a sip. It was good.

[Grayzers]

"A salad perhaps Madamme?" Cogsworth trilled

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Bella nodded, though she'd never been fond of salad. She was a little overwhelmed by it all, so she just went along with it.

[Grayzers]

A salad appeared and was filled with fruits and covered in a yummy looking dressing.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Bella eyed her fork cautiously, wondering if it was going to start talking. When it didn't, she picked it up.

[Grayzers]

They continued to dance around, obviously overjoyed she was there. They kept singing about her too, asking her to be their guest and let them spoil her.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Bella took a bite of the salad. It was good; really good. But a sour feeling hung over her, the ever-present reminder that she wasn't here by choice. They could sing about being their guest all they wanted, but she was their prisoner. His prisoner.

[Grayzers]

They started bringing out entrees

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Excuse me?" Bella said to the candlestick. "Do you know where your master is... and why he isn't here?"

[Grayzers]

Lumiere cleared his throat, looking embarrassed, "Apologies Madamoisell, he is... shy."