[the bookshop is almost a holy place to belle. from the moment she enters, she's nothing but awe and reverence, flipping through pages and fingers running over spines with the utmost respect to the words inside. she gives the older, "damaged" ones more care than the others. the respect-your-elders adage applies to books as well, apparently. the smudged one that he snuck back in? it's in her lap now, as she sits in the chair by the window.
her father doesn't like her coming here. neither does gaston, and he tries to chaperone her until she manages to slip away. a princess has duties, they tell her, but she's grown and there are no more lessons, no balls in the middle of the day, and even if she's desperate to escape him, she has a suitor. duties can wait.]
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her father doesn't like her coming here. neither does gaston, and he tries to chaperone her until she manages to slip away. a princess has duties, they tell her, but she's grown and there are no more lessons, no balls in the middle of the day, and even if she's desperate to escape him, she has a suitor. duties can wait.]