Remy, an unattached to the freak, still married to her Remy LeBeau had contacted her wishing to meet and all BellaDonna could do was smile at the concept. Maybe this world she'd been pulled into wasn't so bad after all, just maybe it had its upsides. She'd dressed as impressively as she could manage. Actually shopping in malls was a bit new to her given her status in New Orleans society. But she liked to think she'd done alright, the dress cut very well to fit her figure, and the dark blue colour a complement to her blonde hair. It suited her, and so Remy would be happy. He'd remember her as she was on their wedding day much as she was that bit older, hopefully he wouldn't care.
When the knock came she stood quickly, smoothing out the dress and moving quickly to the door suddenly at a loss for what to say to him. She supposed the words would come when she opened the door, but for her it had been quite a while, and a lot had happened. Least of all the loss of her memories at the hands of his new love. With a sharp breath Belle opened the door and realised she need not have worried, he stood before her with roses in his hands, roses for her.
"Feels like its been forever Remy" she said, opening the door that bit further. "But it hasn't been for you has it, Do I look much older?" Yeah maybe it was fishing for compliments but he was good at giving them