In the carriage now, Belle looked outside the window at the passing trees that went one after another with her head that was leaned against the side of the carriage wall. The open viewing casket before the burial took away some pain of hers. She was thankful to the embalmer who had worked on her parents to preserve them the way they were while covering up the damage that had taken place.
Telling her uncles and aunts that she wasn't willing to move into their houses and not wanting to listen to them was equal to telling her that she didn't need them. With her parents gone, Belle was on her own. Reaching the mansion, Lucas helped her get down and her feet reached the ground. The mansion was going to be lonely, thought Belle to herself where she wouldn't be able to converse with her parents and then something clicked her mind and she looked at Lucas.
