The tall, buff man known around town as Gaston strutted through the door, grinning like he had all he could ever want. Which was true, all except for Belle. He didn't have her yet, but he would. "Ah Belle! You look lovely this morning!" He held out his hand, showing off some flowers that still had dirt on their roots, like he yanked them straight out of the ground. Gerard glanced up from the food, arching a brow. Weren't those the flowers from their garden? He released a small sigh; of course Gaston would go to such measures for Belle.<br/><br/>"So, Gaston, what are you doing here today?" Gaston made a scoffing noise, rolling his eyes, "I would think it was obvious. Surely you've heard the talk around town! Everyone agrees that Belle and I would make a dashing pair! So, what do you say Belle? Be mine?"