Tick - Tock
Tick - Tock
Tick - Tock
The ticking of the grandfather's clock in the Belle's residence moved unhindered. The servants were already sleeping, and most of the lights were already turned off. It was just two minutes before twelve o'clock and the manor was shrouded in silence. The children were sent to bed early, hoping that they would be able to sleep snugly in their beds.
The adults, on the other hand, were gathered in the study. No one spoke, they merely stared at the clock, waiting for it to strike midnight. Arthur, and Alice Belle, the masters of the estate and Ciel's grandparents sat calmly on the couch. Alice was leaning on her husband's shoulder, while the other held her in his embrace.
