Today was such a happy day for Duchess Fleur- not for Belle, but for her mother. After all mother dearest has been waiting for this day for all of the daughters- the calling which Belle had no wish for. Belle had tried to leave the manor, but it seems that her mother already knew she might tried that and increased security. How sad when Belle had planned to steal one of her brother’s clothing and not come back till the day had ended, but it seems with a mother like Duchess Margot, such a thing is not possible.
As soon as the sun had risen, her mother had instructed the maids to take care of her-dress her up in the family color, lilac with lowers going down dress. It was a lovely gown, made from the softest silk and most expensive fabric- Belle had designed the dress herself and her father had gotten it tailored for her. Belle pitied the dress, being wasted on such a day like today, because the calling was quite useless after all; Belle was not to marry. The maids had adorned her neck in a jewelry that her mother had bought from France before she arrived in England last night- Belle wished she could say that she was shocked at the fact that her mother still woke up early and was quite energized even after just arriving last night- but she was not. After all, this was a special moment for mother.
Belle sighed as she sat down on a chair in the sitting room, awaiting callers that she hoped did not come. When her mother had left the living room, going to do what God knows what, Belle pulled out a book to read, titled, Science and why it is needed, an informative book that gave a lot of details on different innovations and how they were built and the importance of them. Belle hummed to herself, her fingers grazing the book, she had a strong desire to build something, a scientific invention that would help the world and especially her but where shall she start from? Where shall she end from? Maybe, something that makes the creation of outfits easier? Or something for writers? Or
Belle’s ears twitched as she heard the voice of her home staff and her mother talking- and the voice of someone else who she could quite put a face to. How great, a caller had come. She thought to herself as her eyes were rolled- maybe if she pretends to not be able to speak or glare at the person throughout the conversation, it will be a short on and he shall live. She put her book down, hiding inside the pillow,as her mother came, wearing a gorgeous dark purple gown that was indeed mesmerizing- fitting for a duchess, especially a duchess who was a Fleur. Her mother had muttered something to her and Belle internally scoffed, as her mother left, the man entered.
“Lady Belle,”
At the name- Belle wondered if she should correct him, At the name- Belle wondered if she should correct him, it was not proper after all- to use her Christian name even if it was said formally, and it was obvious that he was not of european descent to know that, and correcting him will be doing him a favor, no? it will do him a favor so he will not make a fool of himself in front of the not very tender British high society. French high society was also not quite tender but it was better than England she would say- but then again is she not just saying this because unlike many people due to her status and her family’s relations with the royal family of France, Belle could do a lot of things that would have been reputation ruining for a lot of families?
“Lady Fleur,” She corrected, pursuing her lips as she gazed at him through her typical analytical lenses. She had seen before- she was quite sure of that-but when? From the look of his first- it told her that after all, that he knew her but who was he? Oh! Was he from the Mehta family? The one she had found out yesterday, that was staying with Lady Maisie and her brother. Belle had already told Lord Baylor to extend her invitation of a little talk to Lady Maisie and include Ms. Mehta in it, but perhaps it will be more appropriate to tell her brother to do so. “I sent an invitation for your sister… did she received it?” Belle asked all so innocently. She knew that she said that she would either not talk during the call or glare at him, but finding out he was part of the Mehta family who Belle was currently intrigued by, made her think otherwise.
She had heard about them before the queen’s ball, but it was always little things about them and she had never seen them, them being from the continent of Asia after all. Thus, it was no surprise Belle wanted to sastify her cuirosity of them- and you would think, Belle would know better than to fall into her curiosity again but it seems that curiosity is the hardest emotion to get rid of. “Mr.Mehta… are you not going to sit?” She asked as he noted he was still standing and staring at her, making her raise a brow.