You watch her dance across the billboard screen, your stomach all in knots. Once, Anabelle was your best friend. But now, she was untouchable, far away in the limelight of Hollywood. You had always known she was born to shine. She looked happy, and she deserved it. That's how it had been for the last few years. That was the reality you learned to accept as fact, until you saw her in the club one night, mingling with the crowd.

The untouchable, irreplaceable, unforgettable. Your Belle.