The cracked teacup was on the top shelf of the book case. Memories flooded me whenever I looked at it. It was that teacup that had started my love story. He was angry and he threw it at the wall. I don’t know how it managed to not break. Funny thing, it was right next to my copy of the book Beauty and the Beast by Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont… one of my favourite books. I looked at myself in the mirror, the blue sundress I wore fitted perfectly around my waste. I heard the music playing, The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy… ooh, how I loved that song! Guests should be arriving soon, I glanced at the mirror one last time and then went downstairs.