Trumpets erupted from inside the kasteel walls as Ariel's carriage drove through the metal gates. Ariel stuck her head out of the window.
"Can u believe it? I'm actually home!"
Eric touched her hand gently. "Honey, it's windy, you'll catch a cold."
Ariel reluctantly sat back inside. "Ooh, I'm gonna ask Char if I could be in charge of the make-up..."
"Don't get in over your head, Mom," Melody warned.
Ariel ignored her. "And Belle, Snow, and I could be the bridesmaids! And Mel could be the bloem girl!"
"Moooom," Melody whined. "It's Uncle Char's wedding. Shouldn't he get to decide?"
"But, I...
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