The past is in the past...

Belle's POV

Four hours later, I finally landed in Toronto. I was expecting a more happier expression on my face, but all there was was an unsatisfied grin. A smirk. I wasn't happy deep down. A part of me felt missing and I couldn't even place it.

Ever since I made up my mind to relocate, I've been basking in the euphoria of the unknown. I just wanted to get away. That was all I had on my mind, now that I've finally done so, I still wasn't happy.

I slowly made my way towards the exit, and I saw my aunt, Moira, standing at a distance, she started waving happily at me the moment she sighted me. I was the first to see her and I was hoping she wouldn't notice me till I got to her. Aunt Moira is a jovial person and a not-so-quiet personality. She finds it difficult to keep calm in some situation……