"If I was out of line, as you so put it, then it is only because the sin inside you made it so.”
Belle didn’t want to have to face Frollo the next morning, and she prayed silently that this would be one of those morning where she ate breakfast alone. Unfortunately, when she walked into the room, he was there, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him as she slid into a seat.
“Did you sleep well?”
Belle started, unable to believe it. He was acting as if the previous night hadn’t happened at all. “My dreams were haunted,” she managed to stammer.