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Breathe- taylor swift
Belle was exhausted after being dragged into two different dances with people she had not expected to dance with. In reality, this was a foreseen turn of events, and Belle, ever the anticipatory seer of the unexpected, couldn’t deny her foreknowledge. She had hoped, though, that her evasion execution would have been more masterful. Curiosity, that unrelenting tempest flowing through her veins, tortured her to the core of her soul. It always triumphed over her most rational thoughts—Belle, the valiant protector of logic.
No sentiment could lord over her the way curiosity did, and this was a burden. One of the biggest burdern’s in her life- being curious was a pain. If she was not a bibliophile, belle would have found a way to kill her curiosity. She would have buried with and plant flowers on its tombstone and danced on it-another emotion buried, another vulnerability hidden. That was what she had done with a lot of emotions- and people- cut them off. In her life, if she wanted to succeed for her cause, she could not be held back by emotions. It was a surprise, how Belle had not yet decided to dump her friends- well, it was not really a surprise. One cannot live without love, familial love. Romantic love was easy to live with when you did not feel it and when it was the first emotion you decided to bury when you grew.
As she stood in nowhere in particular, Belle heard a voice. Lady Beatrice? Who was that? Well, the person was obviously not talking to her. There was no possibility of that! But the person- a man was indeed talking to her as he came closer. Right behind her. Belle turned to face him, raising a brow, “Lady Beatrice?” She asked, Belle liked to think that her dressing was unique enough- especially when it incorporated a mix of styles that were both outdated and modern, and handmade by her or designed by her and then made by a tailor for her, especially in this dress to get confused as someone else. "And why else would a lady be in london at this time, I think the answer for this will be very obvious- whether i was Lady Beatrice or not?’ Well If Lady Beatrice , whoever she was, was in London, she and Belle would perhaps not have the same motivations. After all Belle was not here for marriage- she was here to debut and to gain something from her aunt that was it. lady Beatrice as most ladies who were not Belle probably would be here for marriage. As Belle stared at the man, taking him in- she remembered his name.
Baylor Rutherford- where has she heard that last name before? Rutherford, Rutherford Rutherfod… Oh wait! “Are you perhaps Lady Maisie’s brother?” Belle asked, she had heard from Maisie that she had a brother but Belle had never seen that so called Brother. But perhaps he was not- yet he was earl of eastleigh, was not the earldom Maisie was from Eastleigh too? And they did share similarities. “You are her brother, aren’t you,” it was more of a statement than a question.