there are many times that belle wishes that her children are small and innocent and well, to be honest, adorable again. watching them come on their family ski trip with dates is definitely one of those times. her daughter’s date in particular is sitting across from her now. harry hook. her gut and her husband might say not to trust him, but she had promised aurora that she would behave on this trip. the poor boy didn’t need to be feeling the heat from both sides.
‘hello, dear.’ belle smiles warmly, looking up from her book. she gestures to the table in front of her, filled with breakfast foods. ‘please, sit. did you sleep well?’ though other mothers might not care about the answer, she did. ‘i hope you brought warm clothes. it gets quite cold up here. i’m not too big of a fan myself.’ // @rottncores
