Note: I GOT IT WORKING!! I have no idea what happened. I just kept running it without any CC then I would run it with cc and after a couple tries it’s back up and loading!! My other story will have to wait again!! I still want to figure out how to do poses so if any of ya’ll can help I’d love you forever!!!! On with the Belles 🙂 I will be switching to first person, to see if I like writing that way as better. Ya’ll tell me if which one ya’ll prefer too 🙂

Prom had been fun, I guess. There were a lot of people, and a lot of building. None of it was outside. I did have one dance at Gavin’s insisting, and he really did dance worse than me so he’d grab the attention for me. I still chose to dance as away from prying eyes as I could. He had stolen a kiss from the girl he was impressing, but at the end of the night he came home with me, making sure I was safe. “This night is about you.” He had told me before we got ready. He was always trying to make me feel included and comfortable since he knew how uncomfortable I could be. Mother and father said it wasn’t my fault, it was the way I was. The fairy blood in our veins ran stronger in mine than Gavin’s. I didn’t care, as long as I had the outdoors and Catarina, my lovely bird.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, full of my family. Gavin smiled on the side, the twins laughed in the corner. Mother and father stood smiling, always loving and happy with us. Grandma Val sat at the table across from the cake. Ever since Grandma Tiff had died her smile held a hint of sadness. I briefly touched the necklace around my neck.

“Hold on to this key tight my little fey. Many men will fall for your beautiful face and soft heart, but only one can hold the key. We Belle’s love strong and know the instant we see someone if they are meant to be the ones. There is no picking for us. If you don’t feel it don’t try to make it work. Wait for your One. He will come.” Tiffany had told me one night as she was tucking me into bed. A few months later she had died.

“Hurry and make a wish!! I want cake!” Nick and Hera called, moving to the table. I smiled, nodding and closed my eyes. I thought of the way Gavin smiled and made girls swoon. Of how Father looked at mother, and how Gran Val and looked at Gran Tiff and how sad she was now. I took a breath and made my wish, my hand wrapped around my key.

Gavin went next. He seemed to already know what he wanted and blew his candles out the moment he got close enough. I smiled and swung my noise maker. He was always so confident. We each took a piece, I ate mine slowly, savoring the flavor. The twins scarfed theirs down and went for another before mother intercepted them and put the cakes away.

Gavin forwent the makeover this time, determined to do it himself. I walked to the bathroom and looked at my hair. It had gotten long, I never really cut it, just trimmed. I took the braids out and let it fall, watching it move. It tickled my face and arms. I couldn’t leave it down like this. I took one of the bands I had used for my braid and pulled my hair back. Much better. Now for an outfit. I walked into my parent’s room and opened their closet, digging into the back I found an old dress that took my breath away. It was a burnt orange/brown with a layered skirt. A brown sash wrapped around the waist and a large flower sat just above. It was beautiful, and spoke of wooded forests and open sky.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” My father said quietly behind me. I looked at him. We had the same skin tone and wing color. I nodded. “It was my mother’s,” He continued coming closer to run a hand over the soft fabric. “She was as wild as any fey. She never understood why I felt the need to move to the city. Before I left she gave this to me, telling me that one day I would marry and have children. That one day, I would need to pass on our heritage and the clothing that comes with it.” He smiled, kissing me on the forehead. “You remind me of her.”

I smiled and pulled the dress close. “I wish I could have met her.” I said, my fingers lightly playing with the flower on the waist.

“You would have loved each other. Take that dress. It suits you. It was meant for you.” He said. I nodded again and went to go change. After I was done with my makeover I looked in the mirror. Something still didn’t feel right. I walked outside, quietly. This feeling just got stronger as I looked around at the bustling city. My mother came up and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“What is it?” She asked, sensing my distress. I shook my head.

“I don’t know. Something just feels wrong.” I frown, my eyes scanning over the town center. Finally it clicked. “It’s this place.” I said, my eyes following the busy roads to the residential areas and finally to the untouched land on the edges. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I can’t. There’s too much movement and not enough nature.”

My mother smiled and pulled my close. “Then move. We can go with you. It would do good from everyone to get away from the hustle and bustle, and you can find your own place near by.”

I nod, “Okay.”

Note: Again, sorry for the lack of pictures. I have no idea why I took so little during this generation with Kacie. I’m trying to get more for the fourth generation. :))