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Belle's POV

"I don't feel like going out, Pam", I complain, coming out of the bathroom in a towel.

"Come on", she moves over to me and nudges me. "It's going to be fun", she beams.

She pulls me back to the open closet and begins to search for a dress for me to wear. She sees a low maroon party dress and hauls it out.

"Here", she gives me. I sigh again before taking it from her.

When she called me earlier and heard me crying, she disconnected the call and before I knew it, the doorbell rang.

Pamela came in and hugged me tightly. I told her everything, she only consoled me without asking me any questions. Then she brings up the idea of going to a party. I said no but she insisted.

"Let's get you dressed so we can go have fun with our baby", she grins widely and drops the dress on the bed. I am about to move to the dressing mirror when I remember mom.

"Is mom still in your house?" I frown. I had tried calling her but her number wasn't going through.

"I didn't come from home", she inf