(Belle's POV)
"So, what did you like most about the book?" I glanced at him then went back to staring out the window.
"The bit that your friend added." He said quietly.
What did Ruby add? Oh, he meant my number. I glanced at him, but his eyes were on the house we were pulling up to.
No. 'House' wasn't a good enough word for this building. It was more like a fortress. "Shall we?" Gold stopped the car and stepped out.
"It's lovely." I gasped in awe. It was beautiful. Like something out of a fairytale.
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in. He walked into what looks like the kitchen and gestured for me to sit at the bar. "I'll be right back." He walked out and I was left sitting alone in none other than Mr. Golds kitchen. Not even an hour after Granny had warned me about him.
"Here we go." Gold walked in with a cloth. "Nothing seems too bad. Those scratches on your arm are the worst of it." He wet the rag then walked over to me. "Now this may sting a little." He patted the warm cloth on my arm. I bit my lip... it did sting. "Sorry I don't do this to often." He smiled sheepishly at me.
"Are... are you nervous, Mr. Gold?" I smiled at him.