The top of the tower was a large space with three rooms. / Rooftops and chimneys were much of her view but she did have a good few of several streets. Below people passed busily by on their way.
It wasn't but a few minutos after she left that the girls started to argue. "Drizella! That is my lipstick." Yelled the red-head girl to her sister. She tried to grab the lipstick away but her sister held it higher.
"Back off Anastasia." Drizella dicho as she held her sister at bahía with one hand while she put on lipstick with the other. She started to admire herself in the parlor mirror. anastasia again tried to grab the lipstick but Drizella held her off. Then Drizella smirked and wiped the lipstick off.
"Its a horrible color anyway. Doesn't match my complexion." Drizella paused and laughed. "However it matches your ridiculous hair perfectly." Anastasia's hands went to her hair instinctively. Drizella always taunted her about her orange-red hair. Drizella smirked widened as she tossed the lipstick at her sister. anastasia caught it just before it would have crashed to the floor.
Having tortured her sister enough, Drizella went about to her own devices; while Anastaisa sulked across the room.
The third girl stood por the window gazing out into the garden. None of the girls heard Lady Tremaine come back in.
"Girls, your rooms are being prepared. I suggest tu go, settle in, and freshen up. Cinderella." The blond girl gazing out the window turned to look at Lady Tremaine. "Your room is in the tower attic. tu will have the whole tower. Drizella, anastasia I will take tu to your rooms." "She gets a whole tower?! Moth-" Whined Drizella but she was quickly cut of por her sister. "Mother that's not fair." Lady Tremaine gave the girls a cold look which instantly shut them up. Lady Tremaine left the room expecting the girls to follow her.
cenicienta followed her step-family to the segundo floor where she left them to find their rooms. She continued on to the door at the end of the hall that led to the tower attic. cenicienta climbed a couple flights of stairs and stopped a landing. After inspecting it and finding a small closet and a storage room with no cama she left the landing and climbed higher. She climbed a few más stairs and finally reached her destination. The parte superior, arriba of the tower was a large el espacio with three rooms. Two of the three doors were locked. The third door opened hard. The room before her was dark and smelled of dust. cenicienta heaved a sigh and rolled up her sleeve. She put her bags on the landing and went about cleaning and airing out the room. She found a escoba and dust pan in the closet of the landing. She went about the room sweeping, beating the mattress and curtains. When she was done she moved small suitcase into the wardrobe and gazed around her new room. It was bigger than she would have expected. Furnished with a small table, wardrobe, bed; of course, a wash bin and pitcher, and a vanity mesa, tabla with a cracked and chipped mirror. Finding nothing más to do cenicienta walked to her window that over looked the city she would now call home. Rooftops and chimneys were much of her view but she did have a good few of several streets. Below people passed busily por on their way. I wonder what new opportunities await for us.
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The air was cool in the Palace of Justice, much to Frollo liking. The cold did not bother him. But it unnerved many of the people who came to him. Frollo looked perfectly content as he listened to a short cerveza negra, cerveza de malto man in country attire.
"...That's why we had to mover to Paris...." The man rambled on and Frollo nodded when needed. The man had come from the country with his daughter to get her an education but the Paris Academy wouldn't accept her application. He thought his inventing services would be of use to Frollo and sought his help in return to help his daughter gain acceptance to the school.
The man showed Frollo several sheets of blueprints and sketches of different inventions he was working on. Frollo nodded.
"Can tu repair, fix things as well as tu invent, Mr.?"
"Mr. Decuir. Maurice Decuir."
"Well, Mr. Decuir; o should I say Mr. Inventeur, I could possibly see about your daughter attending the Academy but I don't have much use for an inventor. If tu could repair, maintain, and so forth the grounds and buildings under my supervision I could possibly help your daughter out."
"Well, I don't know."
"You would have your own shop, where in your free time tu could work on your inventions." Added Frollo. He smiled to himself, Free time that tu won't have. Frollo could tell the man was good with his hands and a hard worker. A much better candidate for higher than the rabble he usually dealt with.
Maurice mulled the offer over for a moment before agreeing. "I'll do it. I can repair anything. Almost anything." Frollo smiled again.
"Good. tu can reportar to my steward in the main part of the Palace and he will see tu settled into your new apartment. You'll start tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you." dicho Maurice as he gathered his thing, several of his blueprints spilling from his arms as he rushed.
Maurice hurried out of the cold building and into the warm spring air. He was glad to be out of the oppressive place. He scanned the crowds of people passing por on the calle for his daughter. He found her sitting on a bench a few yards away. Maurice hurried over. She was so engrossed in her book that she didn't hear her father approach.
"Still nose deep in a book I see." Exclaimed Maurice standing in-front of her. The girl looked up.
"Oh Papa." She stood and placed her book in the basket at her feet. Then she smoothed down her dress. "How did it go?"
"Judge Frollo gave me a job of maintaining the grounds and buildings under his supervision. We will also have a place to stay here in the city."
"So he hired tu as a handy-man?" She dicho annoyed a little bit. "Papa- "
"Belle. He had no use for an inventor. We have little money and no place to stay. But I do get a work comprar and in my free time I can work on my inventions. Besides it was the only way I could get him on agreeing to help get tu in the academy."
Belle smiled. "Oh Papa." She shook her head and placed her basket under her arm. "So where are we staying. I want to get settled in so I can go find a book shop." Maurice laughed and took Belle's arm.
"That's my girl." He dicho as they headed off to see the steward.
"That's my girl." He said as they headed off to see the steward.
