“Belle? Belle?”
Roused from her dreams of being in Adam’s arms, Belle raised her head to see Jasmine, dressed in her blue pyjamas, shaking her. “Hm?” she murmured, half lifting herself up. “What time is it?”
“Bell’s about to go, but that’s not important! Listen up!”
Belle blinked at her. Snow White and Meg weren’t in the room, but their beds had been thrown around as if they’d literally flung themselves out of them. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, you know there’s a slot open for a new student now that Gaston’s gone?”
“Don’t remind me,” Belle groaned, rubbing...
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