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~
Catching attention- Part 2
With an umbrella that was opened and held in her hand, Belle walked down the streets of the town while carrying the rabbit in her hand. When her parents were still alive, it was often that Belle got to leave the mansion. Even if she was a little successful in it, the butler would catch and send her back inside to only be reprimanded by her mother for the lack of tact.
It was just Belle's curious nature to know how things worked. She showed less interest in the society she belonged to and was more interested in what the villagers and townsfolk did. The road was muddy and slippery after the rain that had poured last night. The sky had somewhat cleared and though her leg hurt her, Belle didn't care for it and she continued to walk as carriages passed by her. Passing through the towns and a small village to finally reach the family cemetery.