Belles POV
Tonight's our rehearsal dinner just as Jasper insisted and I really don't mind having one either.
My parents just walked in, and the second I spotted them, my heart fluttered in relief. They looked so elegant, so proud dad in his crisp navy-blue suit, mom in a soft lavender dress that hugged her figure just right. I glanced at Jasper, and he gave me a small squeeze on the hand before we both rose to our feet to greet them.
"Mom, Dad," I said, my voice wobbling with emotion as I moved forward.
Robert Whitmore pulled me into his arms first. He smelled of his usual cologne, warm and grounding, and it immediately made me feel like a little girl again. "My Belle," he said softly, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You look radiant already, and this isn't even the wedding day."
