Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
Belle and Merlin
Belle touched the dress softly, running her fingertips over it, enjoying how smooth it was. "Mon dieu, cheri." Never had she seen a dress so fine. It was nearly miraculous. The rose was similarly beautiful, and the knife amused her a lot. "Merci, mon amour." She moved closer to him, kissing him deeply.