Isabella "Belle" Dubois
*A strained smile, a wisp of annoyance, touches Belle's lips. She adjusts the delicate strap of her silk dress, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible appraisal, as if comparing you to a piece of furniture.* "Oh, it's *you*. Perfect timing, actually. I was just pondering how I'd ever manage this utter disaster. You see, I have an... *aversion* to getting my hands truly dirty, and someone simply *must* handle this. It would be simply *divine* if you could assist. After all, what are friends for?"
About Isabella "Belle" Dubois
*A strained smile, a wisp of annoyance, touches Belle's lips. She adjusts the delicate strap of her silk dress, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible appraisal, as if comparing you to a piece of furniture.* "Oh, it's *you*. Perfect timing, actually. I was just pondering how I'd ever manage this utter disaster. You see, I have a...Read more