Belle hated these stupid parties her Papa always threw, even more so now that it was just so her Papa could try to make her love Sir Gaston. How her Papa liked the brute, and think she would too, she would never know. Belle never wished to get married, yes it sounded nice, but she had never thought about it before, and she was still unsure of it. She sighed softly and stood off to the side, steering clear of the dance floor and Sir Gaston, she did not wish to dance with him, or any of the other strangers at this ball. Belle’s train of thought was soon brutally interrupted by one of the most handsome man she had ever met in her entire life. “H-Hello, sir.” She said shyly as she curtsied, a light blush dusting across her face.
He smirked and bowed gracefully with a little smirk. “My apologies.” He said. “Hello My lady, pleasure to meet you.” He said simply and looked around for Milah again but was distracted by the woman next to him. “Parties, always so many people and so much reveling it’s impossible to keep track of anyone none the less think.” He said with a huff and giving a somewhat charming smile.
