Trumpets erupted from inside the castello walls as Ariel's carriage drove through the metal gates. Ariel stuck her head out of the window.
"Can te believe it? I'm actually home!"
Eric touched her hand gently. "Honey, it's windy, you'll catch a cold."
Ariel reluctantly sat back inside. "Ooh, I'm gonna ask Char if I could be in charge of the make-up..."
"Don't get in over your head, Mom," Melody warned.
Ariel ignored her. "And Belle, Snow, and I could be the bridesmaids! And Mel could be the fiore girl!"
"Moooom," Melody whined. "It's Uncle Char's wedding. Shouldn't he get to decide?"
"But, I...
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