Assuming she was alone, or at the very least, ignored, Belle twirled in place once, her long blue skirt and apron billowing out around her. She stopping, smiling at her own silliness and continued on her way, singing softly to herself in French. She was walking so lightly she was almost skipping. Her joyful abandonment halted along with her steps, however, as she finally caught sight of someone looking at her.

She froze, heat flooded her face. "Ah..." she murmured, taking in the girl's beauty and odd clothing. "I...um." She shook her head, shaking herself from her stupor and curtsied gracefully. "How do you do?" Belle asked, smiling genuinely despite the embarrassed flush that colored her cheeks.