Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
"Who are you calling your rabbit!" Barron looked at Portia as if she had lost her mind which she did, considering that she was a corrupted soul.
Portia chuckled, "You, my dear. Once, Belle loses, you can come to me. You are my beloved rabbit that was lost when I was a child." Barron shivered and shook his head.
"You can fall into the well right now. So that I can close the lid to have you never return," Barron quickly slid out of Belle's hand, walking behind her.
"That's a good idea for Belle, I think she has lived in the living so long, she doesn't know what darkness feels like," there was jealousy as Portia said this. Belle had already spoken on how it wasn't her fault but she was not going to repeat herself because Portia didn't get it. In Portia's eyes, everything was her fault.