Imagination, Indeed

While Belle walked outside the house, she was stopped by Arnold who seemed to be fidgeting around while leaning his back on the wall. He appeared to be waiting for something but Belle didn’t pay attention and kept on walking until he called up for her name.

“Miss Belle! Miss Belle!”

Belle hold her hands together, wondering if the man knew she was hiding something.

She turned her face offering him a smile, “Mr. Arnold. Is there still questions you want to ask me?”

“No, no,” He quickly denied. “If there is one thing I wish to talk with you it is something different.”

“Something different?” Belle tilted her head, unaware of the man’s attraction to her which cannot be blamed. Since she had just turned to her blooming age, she was unaware of anything about attraction, only ever reading them from books.

But alas, reading books and experience it for herself was different.

She couldn’t tell at all how Mr. Arnold had been staring at her features and how he had been smiling more than necessa