Belle walked down the familiar halls of the house she had grown up in and had lived in for years. Nothing much had changed, except for the new upgrading of the furniture and decorations, but the house itself was still the same. The marble flooring still sparkled, clean and smooth, as though no one ever walked on it, because the servants were constantly cleaning it every hour of the day. Her mother had a thing for cleanliness, and even the smallest speck of dust could make her turn mad and angry.
Belle recalled all those times after that incident that had changed her parents' attitude toward her. Whenever she accidentally made a mess on the floor or forgot to change her shoes after stepping into the muddy garden, a mistake she had made many times before that incident without anyone saying a word, she would now be punished by being handed a broom and a mop to clean it all up by herself.
