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Belle was hurrying along the almost empty hallway towards her Selected girl's room. She needed to be there when she finally decided to arrive in there. And all of the Selected were arriving very soon. Some were already in the castle. Therefore, she needed to make sure the room was clean, the bed was made and she had plenty of dresses in the cupboards. Maybe she should have tried to go earlier, but she had been awarded extra duties which she needed to do. Unfortunately, it had caused her to fall behind. Now she was stressed. Super stressed.
The folded dresses piled up in Belle's arms made it pretty hard to see much, so she was going by memory of the castle's layout. When she felt someone bump into her, she stumbled back and dropped a few dresses. She sighed despairingly and glanced at the person who banged into her. She expected it to be a maid, but was instead greeted by a Selected girl. Her brown eyes turned into big saucers and she was unable to respond for a second. This girl had just called her ma'am. Like she was important! "I- I'm f- fine. Sorry, should have been w- watching," she apologised shyly, stammering over her words. This was why she didn't like to talk as much as possible.
Belle stared up at the girl, very shocked indeed. She was being so nice; she couldn't understand why. She was just a maid, no one important. She was just there to look after her Selected, nothing more nothing less. She shook her head when the girl asked if she maid them. "Only one or two," she admitted softly, taking the dresses from her gently. "Thank you," she whispered. "Oh, you don't h- have to do that," she told the girl when she offered to walk to the room with her. "N- not that you aren't allowed, only that you don't have to- have to trouble yourself."
Belle blushed once more and looked down at the ground, dresses still piled up so she couldn't see the other girl. "My name isn't m- miss. I'm not important enough for a miss; I'm just a maid. My name is Belle. You, however, are definitely a miss," she told her softly.She sighed as she heard the girl's request again and began to walk. "Okay, miss. I shall walk with you," she replied quietly, beginning to walk along again. She hoped the Selected girl moved fast, because she was in a bit of a rush. Not that she would ever say that out loud, for fear of being disrespectful.
((It's fine))Belle peeped out past the sides of her tall stack of clothes to stare at the girl in shock. No one had ever called her important before. It made her feel... happy. Like she actually meant something. "I- I like Be- Belle thank you," she whispered, as she kept walking. She was important! She actually mattered!Belle shook her head very quickly when the girl asked if she was slowing her down. "I just have to drop these dr- dresses off in Miss Jules room - she's the S- Selected I am waiting on," she explained.
Belle could feel her cheeks heating up at all the praise, though obviously you couldn't see anything with her skin tone. This made her appear more composed than others, when really she was just hiding it. "Y- You're very kind Miss Samantha," she said softly, eyes on the ground. Never had someone spoken such kind words to her. She didn't think any of the Selected would be different.
Belle didn't think she had ever met someone so kind like Samantha. Some of the maids were alright, but many were simply too busy or too grumpy to talk to her. Not that she often talked to anyone. When Samantha took so dresses from her, she frantically shook her head, trying to take them back. "No, Miss Samantha!" She begged. "I will get in ever so much trouble if they see you helping me work," she explained. "I don't get to listen to music," she admitted sadly. "It is considered and luxury. Though I sometimes hear violins playing for the Royals and that is oh such a beautiful sound."
Belle shook her head firmly and tried to take the dresses from her. "Please, I want to carry them Miss," she begged once more, getting very worried. She knew she would be in so much trouble if they saw a Selected helping her, even if they said that Samantha offered.She smiled slightly at Samantha's enthusiasm over music. It was very sweet, but clearly she didn't understand that she wasn't allowed to listen to all that. She just had to work work work. "Possibly," she said simply with a bit of a wider smile, since she knew it was impossible but it was nice to think about.
Belle furrowed her eyebrows. She had thought this girl had Regina as her maid and she certainly wasn't quiet. She took the dresses gratefully, sighing in relief. She shook her head quickly at Samantha's suggestion. "As much as I would love to, Miss, I have to stay in my quarters," she explained softly.
Belle hesitated, seriously considering it. It would be wonderful to have a friend around here, someone she could really talk to. However, she regretfully shook her head. "I would get it so much trouble with the older maids and you would look bad to the re- reporters," she explained. "Someone as nice as you should w- win the Selection and you can't do that ha- hanging around m- me," she added quietly.
Belle hesitated, wondering if that would be possible. She had many places to clean the next few days and her Selected to look after. She wasn't sure she would have time. On the other hand, there was nothing she would love more than to hear Samantha singing. It was a tough decision for her to make, but she came to one."I am v- very busy at the moment, but I will come and tell you in the future if I- I am free and we may 'st- stumble' across each other in the Garden then," she told Samantha softly.
Belle sighed in relief when they had reached Jules room. At least she wouldn't get in trouble tonight for not having the girl's room ready. She smiled tightly at Samantha, but was soon shocked by the tight she was given. She hadn't been hugged like this in years. She didn't even get time to hug back before Samantha was off. She blinked rapidly, then smiled slightly, going into the room and sorting it out while Jules was still in the Entrance Hall (before she went in with her brother). She was out in ten minutes flat, off to do more chores.
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