She stood in front of the mirror, her lips painted to a light pink like a rare rose that could be found in the land of Bonelake during the time of summer that appeared for a few days. Her brownish red hair was tied into a braid from below her ear that went to move from one side to another like a band on her head to be pinned to the other side. The rest of her wavy hair was left open that flowed to stop right above her waist.
With a beige dress that she wore now, Belle looked at herself in the mirror. She stared at herself.
Hearing the door knock which was already open, her red eyes moved to look at the butler who stood with a passive expression on his face, "Mrs. Adams requests your presence right now, Miss Belle," Belle gave the butler a look.
"Can't I just pretend to be sick and stay in bed?" she asked out of nervousness.
