Her earring!

Belle thought she had lost it at the bar.

Finding the earring, Belle gratefully took it from his hand.

It was very small, a tiny platinum four-leaf clover, many times smaller than her fingertip.

As she took it, it inevitably brushed heavily against his palm.

Alfred withdrew his hand unscathed and clenched it into a fist.

He looked up at the starry sky, sparkling like... the earring from ...