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Belle Adams' Butler

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~

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What happened later- Part 2

Belle was in Lucas' arms. One hand in his and another that rested on his shoulder as they danced slowly to the music that came from the piano across the room. Some of the guests had come to the middle, joining them to dance with their partners. Belle couldn't stop the grin that was on her lips. 

For this one time, she wanted to be here with Lucas, without any question of what might happen. To enjoy their time that she was engaged to Lucas, "Your uncle has been fuming since I put a ring on you," said Lucas and Belle turned her eyes to find her uncle who was with his wife with an unhappy look on their face. 

"They will get over it," commented Belle. She had invited them with a question of whether they were possessed by the spirits of the switchers, "They look normal."