Belle continued to wear her shoes and then finally stood up, looking at Hana to ask, "Sorry what did you say? I was tying my shoes and didn't hear you but then that's alright. Most of the time I hear nothing but rubbish coming out of your mouth. Don't bother," Belle said, not interested to talk to the girls.

Hana smiled, "What happened to you? Avoiding me, little Belle? I feel ashamed on behalf of you for what you had to go through."

She had started to walk to take her spot before the class would start when Hana called her out again, "Do you need the money for this class? I wonder what you sold to be able to afford this class."

Belle sighed before turning around to ask, "You must have a very pitiful life to want to seek joy by badmouthing people who you feel are beneath you. Maybe this class is not enough to occupy your empty brain so I would suggest you find another thing to busy yourself," her words earned a few chuckles by some girls who were present in the room.

The pureblooded vampire crossed her arms to say, "Why what's wrong in calling you poor when you are? That is like you are feeling bad that I am calling you a vampire when you are."

Belle gave it a thought and then said, "You are right. One should call another what they are like how you are an ignorant girl who does nothing but spend her father's money and who is not capable to live by herself if left alone," she gave a look to Hana to end it with, "Pity."

"Looks like the class is full today," came the woman who was going to teach them to dance. The woman smiled at her students who were present, her eyes darting from Belle to Hana that had the pureblooded vampiress leave Belle's side and walk towards her friend, "Miss Adams, glad to see you here."

She could feel some of the eyes fall on her by the mention of her last name. Right now Belle was one of the few people who was famous and known for what happened to her family and the other in her mansion.

Belle offered the woman a bow, "Glad to be here," receiving a nod they started the class. When the class did end, she waited for everyone to leave as she didn't want to wait for the carriage if it didn't appear on time. When she was walking out, she heard the dance instructor ask her,

"I am sorry for your loss. How are you doing, Miss Adams?" the woman looked at her with her keen eyes.

"I am doing alright. Thank you for asking," Belle responded back politely.

"That is good to hear. Did you enjoy your class today?" the woman had a pleasant smile on her lips as she asked this.

"Yes, it was wonderful. I didn't know there were so many details that had to be kept in mind. I missed many classes."

"You will pick it up soon. By what I noticed you are a fast learner. Soon you will be able to showcase the steps in balls and other occasions," and Belle returned it with a smile, "If you need an ear I will be here, Miss Adams. Times like these are the hardest."

"Thank you. I will keep that in mind. Thank you for the class," Belle replied and bowed her head before taking her leave from the room. She spoke to the receptionist by leaving a small letter in her hand if her carriage arrived and wanted to know her whereabouts.

When she stepped out of the building, a wide smile spread upon seeing the carriage that stood in front of her. The door of the carriage was left open and she walked towards it to have the person who was sitting there lean forward.

"Good afternoon, Lady Belle. Do you suppose you have time for lunch with me?" asked the young man with blonde hair, giving out his hand for her to take.

"I do, kind Sir Simon," Belle placed her hand in his and got inside the carriage. She had spoken to Pauline on how she wanted to meet her friend as sending letters to him would never reach him and would instead burn in the fireplace of her mansion because of Lucas.

Once the carriage started, Simon hugged Belle, "I am so sorry to hear what happened to your parents but also glad that you are alive," said the vampire to pull back and look at the girl, "What happened? I heard it was the witches but the news never makes sense at times."

"It was the witches. Black witches. I guess they decided to pick my family for sacrifice," Belle gave out a smile that pulled up her lips and then fell down, "You didn't come to meet me," she said with a frown. As bad as the man's reputation was, he was one of the few people she could talk to and call the person as a friend.

"My sincere apologies to you. I wrote a letter when I found out what happened and thought to visit you but I never received a reply back," Lucas, thought Belle to herself, "Your butler very much hates me, doesn't he?"

Belle smiled, "He does but that's alright."

Belle went to Gilbert's mansion and spent her time talking to Simon about his new endeavors and what he was up to all these days as they couldn't catch up before, "What about you? I heard from mother you had lunch at the Edmonds."

"News travels so fast," she murmured to then reply, "I did. Mrs. Edmonds appeared to be nice and wanted to get her son and me alone so that we could spend some time together."

"How did you find the man? What was his name again?" he tried remembering.

"Carson," Belle gave the name.

"Yes, Carson. A gentleman," but Belle shook her head, "You didn't like him beacuse..." he trailed.