The weight of the world seemed to rest on Belle’s(Evelyn's) shoulders as the first rays of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of pink and gold. The night she had been restless, a turbulent sea of thoughts and anxieties churning within her. Yet, as the morning sun kissed her face, a steely resolve replaced the trepidation. She had a part to play, a role to perfect, and a game to win.
Her reflection in the antique mirror revealed a woman transformed. The Belle of yesterday, a captive haunted by fear, was gradually fading, replaced by a facade of calm acceptance. The red dress, a bold statement against the oppressive confines of her gilded cage, was more than just an outfit; it was a symbol of her defiance, a silent declaration of her unwavering spirit.
Breakfast that morning was a tense aff
