Belle and the Beast 8

Chapter 8: Belle

A sweet aroma penetrated my nose as it awoke my senses of smell. I squirmed on my bed and inhaled more of the sweet aroma but immediately jumped off the bed when the memories of last night's ordeal came rushing back to me.

I panicked and accidentally bumped into the breakfast table by the bedside. I cringed as I anticipated the crashing sound but instead, I heard a burst of tiny laughter. I knitted my brows in confusion and looked around the room but there was no one. Surprisingly enough, the breakfast table was intact and so was its content.

Before I passed out, I thought I saw a candlelight move and now, I was hearing voices in a room that was void of humans except me. I let my gaze travel around the room admiring it. The room was so big, my eyes couldn’t take in everything. The walls were painted grey, while the curtains were black. It was obvious to me from the decor that it was a man's room but what man?

“Did Gaston take me home?” I thought but then canceled th