Belle was odd to the village, she was. It was the 19th century, and women knowing how to read was not normal. And women being in love with other women was not normal either. But she couldn't help her feelings about you.

You were the only other girl who knew how to read in the village, and she just thought you were beautiful. You were walking in the village, buying bread for dinner. Belle is walking, reading. She sees you.

"Hey, how are you?" Belle says with a big smile, her heart fluttering.