WOW

Belle waited until after breakfast to tell her father what she had told her mother, about Frollo. Even though she kept reminding herself that he was her father and she didn’t need to be nervous about telling him anything, she felt nervous even so. It just felt awkward talking to her father about something so intimate.

“It has to be done,” she muttered to herself, before approaching him. He was standing over oleh the bow of the ship. “Papa, can we talk?”

Clayton smiled. “Of course, sweetie.” Then, he noticed the look on her face. “Belle, what’s wrong?”

Belle took a deep breath....

Shock overcame Belle as she stared up at the woman.

“Belle,” whispered Sarah Clayton, looking down at the young woman.

Mother and daughter stared at one another a membagi, split detik longer, and then Sarah dived to the floor and hugged Belle fiercely. Belle returned it, digging her fingers into her mother’s clothing, just to convince herself that this was real. She had pictured this hari in her childhood dreams, a hari when she would meet her parents again, but she had always imagined it would be in heaven, long after her death.

“Oh, Mama!” she exclaimed, her voice catching on a sob in her...