Cinderella sat at a large wooden tafel, tabel in the kitchen. Mrs. Potts busied her self door talking to the chef while Lumiere flirted with a a feather duster. Cogsworth had gone to settle a dispute between a shovel and a hoe.
Cinderella sat watching all the goings on. She smiled slightly. She liked it here. It was so much different from her home. She felt comforted and at ease. There was also a small feeling that she had been there before. She knew this place but couldn't remember how.
"Well dear, how was your breakfast?" Asked Mrs. Potts.
Chef Bouche leaned vooruit, voorwaarts intent on hearing her response.
The Atlantian Princess slowly opens her eyes only to see her true love, Proteus smiling at her. "I'm so glad you're awake." he says softly. Kida sighs. "Me too." The two hug then they give each other a passionate kiss. As they let go, The King walks towards the couple. "Kida, I...I thought u would not make it." Kida smiles. "Well I did." She gives her elderly father a tight hug. "I missed you." she whispers into his ear. The King just pats her back. "Kida," Proteus starts as he walks up to her and Kida lets go of her family hug. "There's something I need to talk to u about." Kida sits down...
As the ball keeps going on, Proteus and Kida walk into the grand ballroom with everyone dancing. A slow dance song comes up just as they arrive. "May I have this dance?" Proteus turns his hand over so his palm is facing up. Kida blushes and beams. "I would love to." she says. Kida bows to the prince and Proteus does the same. The prince holds onto Kida's waist and Kida wraps her arms around the back of Proteus' neck. The couple slowly moves to the beat of the string music. "Kida," Proteus starts as he spins Kida around in a circle. She puts her arms on the prince's chest. "Yes?" Kida says....
Belle waited until after breakfast to tell her father what she had told her mother, about Frollo. Even though she kept reminding herself that he was her father and she didn’t need to be nervous about telling him anything, she felt nervous even so. It just felt awkward talking to her father about something so intimate.
“It has to be done,” she muttered to herself, before approaching him. He was standing over door the bow of the ship. “Papa, can we talk?”
Clayton smiled. “Of course, sweetie.” Then, he noticed the look on her face. “Belle, what’s wrong?”