She does like having wishes.
"I'll get in touch with her after the party. I suppose developing an aura is hardly urgent," says Golden, "I've done without this long. It is nicely intimidating, though."
"Yours may not turn out exactly like mine," says Rose. "My books described a variety of possible auras - yours will suit you, and so it could be similar to mine as you are similar to me, but I wouldn't expect them to be identical. Of course, if you don't like it, suppression is easy." She draws her aura back into herself, and she suddenly no longer gives of an outward pressure of power, magic, majesty, and then she lets it out again.
"...Huh, I thought how pretty you are was part of the aura. I think you're just prettier than us. Except Golden, but you're not vampire-looking."
"Am I?" asks Rose, peering at the other Bell faces. "How odd. We're certainly all mutually recognizable."
"My name means it and everything," sighs Belle. "Couldn't any of you have...?" She waves a hand.
"Yeah, we could've all prettied up to match Golden in any color scheme vampiric or otherwise, but none of us appear to feel like it," shrugs Stella.