"What do you think of this dress Emma?" Snow asks.

Snow twirls around in her dress. She was wearing a white dress lined with pink roses. It looked too long for her. She's been fussing with her hair for about thirty minutes. At this rate, we'll be late. Though... I would rather be late truth be told. 

"Well... it's a little much, don't you think?" I say.

"I think it's nice. He's being nice." Snow says.

I scoff.

"What's wrong?" Snow asks.

"Nothing." I say.

"I'm your mother. Something is definitely wrong." Snow says.

"Okay, Okay. He makes me uneasy." I say.

"Who? Dorian? I think he's nice." Snow says.

"Clearly you haven't been made aware of the myth of Dorian." I say.

"Is there something dark about him?" Snow asks.

"I could guess a few." I say.

Dorian Gray is someone who I've heard is one of those guys that it's beauty and monster. Dorian knows Rumple. I sense there's something between them. It's not good. I hear a knock on the door. I open it. Belle... 

"Belle, what's wrong?" I ask.

Her face looks red and puffy. Her eyes were full of tears.

"Rumple broke it off." She says.

"What? Well come in." I say.