Belle was unlike any other girl out there of her age, especially the ones that belonged to her society. Instead of staying in the mansion and resting in her room, she sat on the highest roof of the mansion. Her hair loose without the braids now flew gently under the stars at the hour of midnight. It was one of her very favorite places after the hill forest, a place which was quiet with people who didn't chatter.
She didn't learn it by herself but it was something she had picked up from a distant brother who wasn't related to the Adams family but they were an acquaintance. With her leg outstretched and her hands back, she looked up at the sky.
"Up here again," Lucas came in her view, who came to stand behind her.
"It's you," Belle retorted back and put her head down to look at the tall tower that was built in the town across from here where she could see the clock on it.
