Trusting eyes and delicate pink lips were painted upon the flawless canvas of her skin, all framed by a tumble of dark brown hair that hung in a pattern of gentle waves more luxurious than any tapestry. “More than adequate,” she confirmed. It was a plain thing compared to the gowns in the wardrobe, but it was printed with the flowers from which Rose took her name, and she loved it. “It’s beautiful,” she told him. I came because I thought you deserved to be repaid, however unseemly your price. “Indeed, it is far more than I have ever owned for myself.”
“Excellent,” said The Beast, though his tone failed to convey any enthusiasm. She complied, reaching down to pull the chair under her, but The Beast deftly pushed it in behind her so that she found herself seated at the same moment that her hands touched the seat.
