The stench of hairspray polluted the atmosphere around her, anxiety-ridden hands clawing at the yellow dress hugging her figure - too tight for her liking. Why yellow? Years ago her father had stated it was her colour and, nothing brought more ease than the notion that heâd be quite literally beside her on what could be, or probably would be, one of the worst nights she was yet to encounter.
The effort sheâd made balanced only how little she cared for the man, as well as the deal sheâd made all those weeks ago. At this point, what with the mountains of disappointment sheâd been wading through - it had barely scratched the surface of her mind. Sheâd dismissed it as an empty promise, but with a little persistence, bordering on harassmentâ Gaston had a way of bending her arm. And to that, she couldnât say no.
A final inspection of her teeth, not that it would matter, theyâd be tainted with cheap wine and cheaper cuisine in less than an hour - Belle was good to go. A wistful sigh from hopeful lips, and with the retrieval of her winter coat - she was out.
The winter air met her skin with playful nips, making its presence known as she walked in tune with the heels of her shoes down the dirt-ridden New York streets. Dread. It filled her mind like a bucket and soon overflowed into her lungs, each breath jarred and weary, each one moreso than before. Torment and anguish littered any pleasant thoughts she dared to think of Gastonâ heâd made quite the art form out of taunting her.
âHello, Gaston.â Came a facade of friendliness as she greeted the man with the ebony hair. âI suppose you didnât expect to see me, did you?â
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He had been glad to have gotten the opportunity to have dinner with Belle in the first place. He had just assumed that it wouldnât be so difficult to nail down a time and place to do so. A drink or two wouldâve helped ease some of the tension between the two. He knew that he was far from where he wanted to be with Belle. But, he knew that he was a good person, and that he could be anything that was needed.
He took a long moment in the mirror and made sure that his outside appearance was well put together. It was one thing that people could not say about Gaston--is that he was a messy looking man. He smoothed out his jacket before heading out the door. He got to the restaurant before the brunette.
He turned at the sound of her voice. âI had hoped.â
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