Belle found herself sitting alone in one of the larger cafeterias, slowly munching on pizza while reading Dante's Inferno. She'd been meaning to read it for the longest time and now that she'd finished her latest piece, she finally had the time to do so. So far, it was... interesting. She had to admit, the thought of placing her enemies into a fiery inferno was a rather pleasant idea but she didn't know if it would be considered... 'tasteful.' She didn't consider it so, anyway.

Sighing as she reached Canto XIII, something about trees groaning and moaning. She'd probably get to it later. For now, she had enough of it. Placing the last bit of pizza crust into her mouth, Belle stretched, the sudden realization donning on her. How long had she been here? Like... an hour or two?

...

Her shoulders jumped up in a shrug as she jumped up and walked over to the counter to get more pizza to stuff in her face. Picking up her books along the way, she made way for the nearest outdoor table and sat down, content to watch the cloud pass by as she nibbled on her pizza. It was a nice day after all and cloud watching was a particular hobby of hers.

Her mind went back a few days ago, to the phone call with her mother. She could feel her heart tightening at the thought. Her mother had that affect on her. That feeling you get when something comes by that fills you with such dread that you simply want to run for the nearest tight, dark hole to crawl in. Then again, she might start burying you in it. Belle wouldn't have put it past the old crook.

Her mother was determined to marry her off to some wealthy son of some company CEO or something. She had no interest in it what-so-ever. Her father kept trying to tell her mother that but she refused to listen. How many guys had she turned down? At this point, it was becoming an art form. 

Regardless, she was here now, one year later, sunbathing with pizza between her teeth and a lovely (completed) painting in her room. Life was good.