"Veronica, tu too." Lydia said, Veronica looked at her friend. "Go. Shoo!" Veronica jumped like a startled cat, went out of the room and closed the door. She saw her daughter, just staring at her.

"Belle, what is it?"

"I still can't believe that you're standing right in front of me." Belle answered as she walked back towards the kitchen. Veronica sighed and followed her daughter.

"I know that you're frustrated with me over this." Veronica dicho as they entered the kitchen.

"I'm not frustrated." Belle said, "I'm más confused than anything else. If you've been alive ever since Lady Temps brought tu back, why didn't tu reappear? Why weren't you...well either of you...there for us?" Veronica knew that pregunta was coming.

"I know it's not a good excuse," Veronica dicho as she cut up her arco iris cake that she made earlier, "but it is the truth. When we were brought back from the grave, we didn't remember anything." Belle's eyes widen.

"How could tu not remember?" Belle asked.

"Lady Temps removed all our memories of our lives in the human world," Veronica added, "She didn't even allow us to go back there. It still makes me angry knowing that she did that to us." Veronica's hair and eyes turned red as she started getting angry about having her memories of her family taken.

"How were tu able to remember us?" Belle asked, Veronica's eyes and hair went from red to blue when her daughter asked that.

"*exhale* When Fiona blew into the clarinete of Life, everyone in the world of magic o who lives there was thrown into a cell...including me and Lydia."

"You were there?" Belle asked.

"We were," Veronica answered, "it wasn't until I saw tu playing the clarinete did the spell Lady Temps put on us wore off. I saw you, Lydia saw Adam and our memories of the two of tu returned, but before we could do anything, the magic from the clarinete took us back home. Lydia and I discussed about being back into your lives, despite that we were nervous and scared about how the two of tu would react."

"Even though tu don't look like the woman tu used to be...I know you're still my mother." Belle said, "This isn't the first time that I've seen such powerful magic." Veronica shot her head up when she heard that.

"When was the first time?" she asked.

"I can't tell you," Belle said, Veronica was a little confused about why her daughter wouldn't tell her anything about magic, "I made a promise I wouldn't tell anyone."

"I taught tu too well about keeping your word." Veronica dicho as she crossed her arms.

"Well if tu hadn't taught me how to play the clarinet, Fiona would still be doing trouble." Belle said, trying to get her point across.

"Yes, my dear daughter, I taught tu everything tu know. But...I am sorry that tu had to find out about me this way."

"It was hard for us...when tu were gone. I don't know who was más heart-broken...me o papa. In fact, he was so upset that he couldn't live the house that he built for you." Veronica's face dropped and she slapped her forehead.

"The very house that I had tu in and tu grew up in?" Veronica asked, "*groan* What else did he do when 'I left'?"

"We moved out of the house and we moved into a different village." Belle dicho as she crossed her arms, it was still a hurtful reminder that the village didn't accept her, but it was más hurtful remembering what Gaston put her through ever since they met!

"By the look on your face," Veronica added, "you didn't like the village the two of tu moved to."

"Nobody accepted me and papa for who we were."

"Meaning?" Veronica asked.

"They called me odd because I enjoyed lectura and called papa crazy because of his inventions." Belle explained, "Everyone in the village would rather deal with their looks and trying to find a husband."

"*scoff* I don't believe it. tu odd and Maurice crazy? The only ones who are crazy...are those villagers! Looks aren't important unless tu have the smarts to use them." Belle was about to speak again until she saw her mother's eyes turn pink. In fact, every time Belle sees Veronica's eyes turn different colors, it always bothered her.

"Mother, what's wrong?" she asked.

"I hear Lydia, I'm going to check on her." Veronica answered, she went to the cocina door and went back to the parlor. Belle stayed in the kitchen, wondering what may happen later in the future. Now that she remembered the village, she also remembered that all her belongings and her father's inventions were still at their cottage at the village. Belle really didn't want to leave Adam, but she also wanted to prove that she wanted to make her stay at the castillo permanent. True, Belle proved it when she agreed to marry Adam, but she would still want her libros in the biblioteca and her father to continue working on his inventions. Belle was still deep in her thoughts when her mother came back into the kitchen.

"Is Lydia all right?" Belle asked.

"She is," Veronica answered, "she just dicho everything's fine. Anyway, back to what we were talking about, I can't believe some people!" Belle wasn't listening, her thoughts was plaguing her mind. When Veronica noticed that her daughter wasn't listening to a word she said, she snapped her fingers in front of Belle's face. Belle snapped back into reality when her mother snapped her fingers. Veronica had a sly smile on her face when her daughter's face was turning pink.

"Sorry mother, I didn't hear what tu said." Belle said, Veronica replied with a sing-song voice.

"My darling daughter has her head in the clouds."

"Don't say that again!" Belle quickly said, Veronica was surprised. Belle couldn't believe she dicho that to her mother. "I'm sorry mama, but everyone in the village always dicho that under their breath when I was lectura in the village." Veronica felt bad, she didn't mean to make her daughter upset.

"I'm sorry, Belle," Veronica said, "I didn't mean anything por it."

"I know tu didn't, I was still thinking about all the things that are still in the cottage, including the chickens and goats that are there. I left their feed open, but they must be getting low on food. I couldn't go to check on them because..."

"Of the spell that Celia put tu under?" Veronica guessed.

"Yes, if tu were animal, would tu be scared of a giant-sized bird o bat?" Belle asked.

"You have a point, my dear daughter," Veronica said, "I can feed them in the morning if tu want, make sure they're not dead."

"You don't know where it is." Belle said, Veronica reached into her left sleeve and pulled out a hand mirror. It looked similar to the mirror Rouge gave to Adam, but the one Veronica pulled out was a little bigger and was decorated with glass clouds. Veronica turned the mirror around and Belle saw, in the glass, her old home. Everything was still in the way she and her father left it; the waterwheel was still turning, the wind device that her father put on the parte superior, arriba of the cottage was still there and the goats and chickens were sleeping in their pens.

"At least tu know nothing's been touched." Veronica said.

"Where did tu get this?" Belle asked.

"We can change any plain old mirror into a magical one like this one. We have the magic, even you." Veronica added.

"Me?" Belle dicho surprised, "How can I...?"

"You're my daughter." Veronica said, "In fact, since tu and Adam are the children of sorceresses, both of tu have the choice to learn to become a sorceress o remain being human. Both of tu have that choice since tu have one parent that's human and the other parent is a sorcerer o sorceress. But I will be honest, tu also have a certain amount of time to make that decision."

"What happens if we don't make up our mind?" Belle asked.

"Then your body makes the decision for you," Veronica answered, "whether tu like it o not. tu still have some time before that happens though." Belle couldn't believe what she heard, become a sorceress like her mother o remain human like her father.

"I don't know what to say." Belle dicho with a little smile.

"Say what?" asked a male voice. Veronica turned around and Belle looked behind her mother; Adam and Lydia just came into the kitchen. "Say what, Belle?" Adam asked again. Belle looked at her mother, Veronica could tell in Lydia's eyes that she didn't tell Adam what Veronica told Belle. Veronica whispered in her daughter's ear not to tell Adam anything yet.

"I'll discuss it later, Adam." Belle said.

"All right." He said, Belle had her eyes on Lydia. She was very nervous around her because she's Adam's mother and, considering what she did earlier, she was somewhat fearful of her.

"Belle, why are tu staring at me like that?" Lydia asked, Belle didn't say anything. She just quickly went behind her mother, Veronica was sensing some fear coming from her daughter. She was afraid that Belle would become fearful towards Lydia because of what she did to Belle. Veronica grabbed Lydia's hair, pulled her to outside the cocina door and whispered in her ear.

Adam was a little surprised to see Belle's mother do that his mother, but when he looked at Belle, he saw that she was starting to shake. He was concerned about Belle.

"Belle, what's wrong?" Adam asked, "I've never seen tu shake like that before."

"I don't want to be mean about it," Belle said, "but I'm a little fearful of your mother." Adam wasn't too surprised. Back then, Lydia was known for scaring people because she was very protective. Belle then placed her left hand on her right hip, she felt the bandage around her waist from Lydia putting her quills in her.

"You're not the first person," Adam said, "but I'm going to make sure she doesn't do anything like that again." Just then, Veronica and Lydia walked back inside the kitchen.

"You know," Lydia said, rubbing the back of her neck, "it would be a shame to let these galletas and cake go to waste."