More Than I Can Tell
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“You want to get to know me?” Belle repeats with a raised eyebrow. This was what confused her so much about his often ham-fisted attempts at wooing her. Gaston had every other girl in the village swooning over him and yet she was the one who held his interest; her, the peculiar girl with all the strange ideas that the villagers scoffed at and looked down on.
She eyed the tankard in his hand, wondering how many more he’d already downed before she arrived. Perhaps enough for her to sate her curiosity? “Why me? You could have any girl in town, why is it you want to get to know me?”














