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Belle smiled as she stepped into the dining hall. It was empty and she had no one beside her, but she was still happy. Snow was alive, she had her father back and now everyone was laying plans for Snow and Freddie's wedding. It was to be a grand affair; the night before Snow, Hazel and Belle had set about searching through wedding fabrics and dress patterns for Snow's wedding dress. Belle was glad that Hazel and Snow got along well and she had enjoyed it. Snow was currently engaged in picking out a fabric for Belle's bridesmaid's dress; there were so many that Belle felt she couldn't pick herself and instead had asked Snow to surprise her.

Yes, everything was good and everyone was happy.

So, why did she feel ever so slightly unhappy now?

Belle sighed. She knew why. Snow was getting married and Belle was happy for her but she was also ever so slightly jealous. She had never been jealous of Snow in her life before, but she couldn't help wishing that she was in her shoes right now. Not marrying Freddie; nice as she was, Belle knew for a fact that she didn't love him, but someone...

Adam swam into her mind. Belle blushed and then sighed again. There was no denying it; she loved him. But how could he ever love her when she was standing next to someone as beautiful as Snow White?

"Everything alright, Belle?"

She turned to see the very man she had been thinking about coming into the room behind her. She smiled at the sight of the blue jacket he had on. "Is that for the wedding?"

"Yes just trying it on," he replied, slipping it off.

"It suits you," she couldn't help saying. "It brings out your eyes."

He looked at her. "What is it, Belle? You seem...sad, somehow."

"I shouldn't be, I know. It's a happy time; weddings are happy events and I couldn't be happier for Snow, I couldn't." He noticed the way that she turned away from him, as if to cover the fact that she was on the verge of crying, and the way that her hands balled into fists.

"But?" he prompted, gently.

She sighed and relaxed her hands. "I know it's wicked of me, but," she looked at him. "I wish it was me, that's all."

"Maybe one day it will be."

She shook her head, turned away from him again and folded her arms. "Please! Adam, I know you're trying to be nice, but who could want me when they could have a thousand girls just like Snow?"

"I know someone who doesn't want a thousand girls just like Snow," he said. "Belle, do you even own a mirror? You're beautiful."

"And is that all I am?" she snapped. "If someone loves me, it should be for me and not for the way I look. There's more to me than just my looks, Adam! I'm...I'm..."

"Kind, caring, stubborn, a little accident prone and a lover of books," he finished, stepping up behind her. She felt his hand on her shoulder. She didn't look at him. Adam stepped around her until they were facing and she looked up into his eyes. "Belle, ever since the day I saved your life I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. And that day in the woods when you saw those vultures; there was something I really, really wanted to do; something I still want to do now."

Instinctively, Belle leaned up and she felt her eyes flutter shut as Adam met her lips in a kiss of gentle but fiery passion that flowed through her veins and every fibre of her being. She moved closer to him, pressing her hands to his chest and he cupped her face gently, cradling her close to him. As they parted, she felt a small sigh of happiness escape her lips. "Adam..."

"Belle..."

"I love you," they both whispered in unison. Her eyes flew open to see him smiling at her. Belle laughed and flung her arms around his neck. Adam lifted her off the ground and spun her about joyfully. Neither of them noticed Maurice in the doorway, watching them with a smile. Still smiling, he sloped off. Now was a good time to find Frederick and Snow and tell them that they may yet just end up having a double wedding!

The End

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Belle smiled as she stepped into the dining hall. It was empty and she had no one beside her, but she was still happy. Snow was alive, she had her father back and now everyone was laying plans for Snow and Freddie's wedding. It was to be a grand affair; the night before Snow, Hazel and Belle had set about searching through wedding fabrics and dress patterns for Snow's wedding dress. Belle was glad that Hazel and Snow got along well and she had enjoyed it. Snow was currently engaged in picking out a fabric for Belle's bridesmaid's dress; there were so many that Belle felt she couldn't pick herself and instead had asked Snow to surprise her.

Yes, everything was good and everyone was happy.

So, why did she feel ever so slightly unhappy now?

Belle sighed. She knew why. Snow was getting married and Belle was happy for her but she was also ever so slightly jealous. She had never been jealous of Snow in her life before, but she couldn't help wishing that she was in her shoes right now. Not marrying Freddie; nice as she was, Belle knew for a fact that she didn't love him, but someone...

Adam swam into her mind. Belle blushed and then sighed again. There was no denying it; she loved him. But how could he ever love her when she was standing next to someone as beautiful as Snow White?

"Everything alright, Belle?"

She turned to see the very man she had been thinking about coming into the room behind her. She smiled at the sight of the blue jacket he had on. "Is that for the wedding?"

"Yes just trying it on," he replied, slipping it off.

"It suits you," she couldn't help saying. "It brings out your eyes."

He looked at her. "What is it, Belle? You seem...sad, somehow."

"I shouldn't be, I know. It's a happy time; weddings are happy events and I couldn't be happier for Snow, I couldn't." He noticed the way that she turned away from him, as if to cover the fact that she was on the verge of crying, and the way that her hands balled into fists.

"But?" he prompted, gently.

She sighed and relaxed her hands. "I know it's wicked of me, but," she looked at him. "I wish it was me, that's all."

"Maybe one day it will be."

She shook her head, turned away from him again and folded her arms. "Please! Adam, I know you're trying to be nice, but who could want me when they could have a thousand girls just like Snow?"

"I know someone who doesn't want a thousand girls just like Snow," he said. "Belle, do you even own a mirror? You're beautiful."

"And is that all I am?" she snapped. "If someone loves me, it should be for me and not for the way I look. There's more to me than just my looks, Adam! I'm...I'm..."

"Kind, caring, stubborn, a little accident prone and a lover of books," he finished, stepping up behind her. She felt his hand on her shoulder. She didn't look at him. Adam stepped around her until they were facing and she looked up into his eyes. "Belle, ever since the day I saved your life I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. And that day in the woods when you saw those vultures; there was something I really, really wanted to do; something I still want to do now."

Instinctively, Belle leaned up and she felt her eyes flutter shut as Adam met her lips in a kiss of gentle but fiery passion that flowed through her veins and every fibre of her being. She moved closer to him, pressing her hands to his chest and he cupped her face gently, cradling her close to him. As they parted, she felt a small sigh of happiness escape her lips. "Adam..."

"Belle..."

"I love you," they both whispered in unison. Her eyes flew open to see him smiling at her. Belle laughed and flung her arms around his neck. Adam lifted her off the ground and spun her about joyfully. Neither of them noticed Maurice in the doorway, watching them with a smile. Still smiling, he sloped off. Now was a good time to find Frederick and Snow and tell them that they may yet just end up having a double wedding!

The End