Belle was humming as she brushed her black curls, making sure each one was perfect for her death. Okay, yes, she was going to be revived soon after, but still, a girl only died once!
She stood, wrapping a black choker around her neck, smoothing out her black lace nightgown before heading downstairs, waiting for her father to arrive. She had dreamed of this moment since she was five and finally, she was going to get to live forever.