As the holidays crept around again, Prince Adam paced his throne room, trying to come up with the perfect gift for Belle. He wanted to give her something special, but different. Books were always a guaranteed winner, but that was predictable.
Behind him, someone cleared his throat. “Your Highness?”
Adam turned to see Lumière standing in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back. He gave a low bow.
“Yes?” the prince asked.
“I was just walking by and saw you in here,” the wiry man said. “You look like something is on your mind. Can I be of assistance in any way?”
“Perhaps,” Adam replied. “I’m trying to think of a Christmas gift to give Belle.”
“Ah,” Lumière replied, coming over. “You want to give her something romanti