Belle was in Lucas' arms. One hand in his and another that rested on his shoulder as they danced slowly to the music that came from the piano across the room. Some of the guests had come to the middle, joining them to dance with their partners. Belle couldn't stop the grin that was on her lips.

For this one time, she wanted to be here with Lucas, without any question of what might happen. To enjoy their time that she was engaged to Lucas, "Your uncle has been fuming since I put a ring on you," said Lucas and Belle turned her eyes to find her uncle who was with his wife with an unhappy look on their face.

"They will get over it," commented Belle. She had invited them with a question of whether they were possessed by the spirits of the switchers, "They look normal."

"They do," agreed Lucas to her and he pushed her hand by his hand, not too far to bring her back to him and he said next to her ears, "It is good that you have the usual relatives who are still alive." Lucas was right, even though they weren't the relatives she would like to have, it was still good to know there were people who once were connected to her and her parents.

"I guess, this is normal," said Belle with a hushed whisper to him as their head was next to each other, "I now no more. Did you see we had visitors?" she asked, pulling away for him to cock his head to the side.

Lucas didn't turn his head to search who it was but looked into her eyes, as if in concentration, "Uninvited guests," he hummed.

Far across the dance floor, the two Grims who were sitting, looking at the guests were eating a dessert in their hand, "What is this thing?" asked Edgar, his spoon picking up the ice which was coloured red.

"Must be some sort of delicacy. It tastes good," replied Moore, who picked another spoon and put it in his mouth. Once he swallowed it, he said, "I smell a very faint smell of death."

"Ha! Looks like someone is going to die," Edgar's words reached the woman who was not too far from where they were seated and when she turned around to look at him in shock, Edgar quickly corrected himself, "It was a Christmas joke," but the lady leaned to the next person, murmuring something in the ear, that had the short Grim reaper roll his eyes.

"I meant something familiar to the land of the dead. It smells very old and familiar," came Moore's voice, who was slowly moving his mouth to feel the taste of the dessert before gulping it down, "I will go take a look," said the eleventh Grim reaper.

"Mmm," came Edgar's answer who nodded his head with his mouth filled with the dessert.

Moore was a tall man and anyone could see him walking around. When Lucas spotted the Grim reaper starting to head away from where the rest of them were, his eyes quickly moved to Greed who was already on his way to divert the tall Grim.

"He's moving in the direction of the rabbit and Hector," whispered Belle to Lucas.

As the tall Grim moved to the next corridor, Luca advised, "I will go see the short one. Get both of them to a different room."

Belle's hand left Lucas' shoulder and she took to walk herself outside the mansion. In the meantime, Lucas walked in front of the ninth Grim who was eating the dessert. He bowed his head, "Merry Christmas, Sir. Are you enjoying your time, Sir….?"

"Edgar Salter," came the proud answer.

"Sir Edgar," Lucas acknowledged who had the practice of mastering being the butler for the last eleven years, "Is there something I can bring for you?"

"Are you a butler? I thought you were engaged to the lady," came Edgar's question who took another spoon of dessert, unable to resist eating it.

Lucas offered the Grim reaper a smile, "I have been serving Adams from the beginning of the time. I only got promoted," and Edgar gave him a big nod.

"Lucky chap. Her family didn't oppose it?" Edgar knew how in the land of the dead, the land of the living was into status.

"Unfortunately, Miss Adams' parents passed away. Let me go get you another dessert," said Lucas and he smiled at the guests and when he was away from the guests, the smile on his lips fell down from his lips.

Greed on seeing Moore, walking towards the many rooms quickly caught up to ask, "Are you looking for the restroom?" his black eyes looked at the Grim without raising his head up to look at the tall man. Though Greed had sired himself to Lucas through the bond, out of willingness and the situation, his ego was big enough to not look up to another Grim reaper.

"No. I want to take a walk," came the reply from Moore.

"Allow me, to accompany you," Greed said but the tall Grim sniffed the air.

"What is there in the fourth room at the right?"

Greed who was holding the tray in his hand, tightened the grip as he lowered it down, "The fourth room? Just furniture," it was the room where Barron was with Hector right now, "Why do you ask?" This rabbit was going to get them caught, thought Greed to himself.

"I smell something strange," and he started to walk towards the room to have Greed step forward to stop him.

"I will need to ask Miss Adams about it. She has some," paused Greed before saying, "Female things in there."

Moore gave a look to Greed, to receive one back, "I will just check the interior," saying this, the tall Grim of the cards was going to place his hand on Greed to push him aside when Greed stepped back himself. Not wanting another Grim touching him right now.

Moore continued to walk and pushed the door open...

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