Another average day. Average meaning<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">boring</span></span>. Nothing really interesting ever happened in Willendour. It was always the same. Get up, have breakfast with father, go out to run errands for father. Meet the townspeople, hear the townspeople talking about her behind her back.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Sigh</span></span>. It would be so much better if she could only stay in bed all morning, with one of her beloved books. Opening one of them up, she completely forgot there was a world outside the bedroom door. Not even the smell of eggs and bacon could lure her away from the pages.<br/><br/>The knock on the door downstairs was lost in the interesting world between two covers. The one thing that could not be lost was, naturally, her father's call. "In a moment, father!", Belle called back down. What now?, she thought to herself. As quickly as possible, the girl did all she needed to make herself decent and presentable. She finished going down the stairs still tying her hair with a ribbon. "What is it, father? Is there a prob...<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">oh</span></span>."<br/><br/>She stopped on her tracks when she saw they were not alone. "You should have let me know we had... 'company', father."