Belle's Point Of View*
I now have my eyes closed while they put foundation on my face, others fix my hair, and others massage my hands and feet.
My body was so calm about what was happening right now. I never imagined that the man I would wed today would be my former nemesis.
The town's playboy man will be my husband, and before, I was a follower of all my stepmother's orders, but now many people serve me, and I just knew that I am a princess.
"Your makeup is finished, Madame, and now we're going to put on your wedding dress."
I opened my eyes and saw my face in the mirror. Wait, is that me? The person in front of me right now doesn't seem to be myself.
"Is that really me?"
"Yes. That's you, Madame."
I can't believe it, and I can't get over it either. I don't think I can be this be
