Adam looked at the woman walking down the aisle. Radiant and beautiful in more ways than one, Belle. The one person who was patient with him and broke him free from his curse and showed him what loving and being loved felt like. A few tears rolled down his cheek as Belle's father gave him her hand, even he too had some tears.

The veil she had was large enough to cover her hands, Adam outstretched his palm only for him to feel, not her soft he and but rather something hard. He smiled, "Seriously."

"I was getting nervous, Chip wouldn't stop coming up with these weird scenarios were you suddenly bolt out of the wedding and leave me standing alone at the alter." Adam squeezed her hand slightly as to assure her, "I would never think of it, you are stuck with me till the end,"

"Upset me again and I will leave," Belle responded. "Then I will have to make sure you are always happy then." The priest cleared his throat, "Ladies and gentleman we are gathered here today to join--" The ceremony went on and both exchanged their vows, everything was harmonious and magnificent, that is until everything wasn't.

"If anyone has any objections speak now or forever hold your peace." The room was silent, it was meant to be and no one wanted this union to be broken.

The left wing doors were suddenly burst open and a tall, muscular man holding a musket entered. His chiseled features were enough to make women swoon but the musket in hand told a different story.

Upon seeing the familiar ribbon tied back and the same light hazel eyes that would torment her dreams each time Belle tensed the book she was holding fell down to the floor.

It wasn't possible.

It couldn't be. She watched him die.

And yet it was. Gaston was alive and was aiming directly at Adam who was now shielding her from him. In a loud voice he yelled out, "The Belle is mine." before firing the first bullet.