Belle stopped on her tracks when she saw Gaston. A sigh escaped her lips as he said she looked lovely. One of her brows arched, mimicking her father's movement, when she saw the flowers.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Just great</span></span>. What next? Trying to stop her active imagination from creating more scenarios, the girl tried her best not to let her dislike for Gaston be made clear on her face. Gaston was everything Belle disliked. He was ignorant, he was arrogant, and he was basically terrible at taking clues from other people's reactions. If he had even a little clue about what her feelings were, he would probably not be standing there.<br/><br/>As Gaston mentioned the talk around town, Belle widened her eyes in surprise. "Really?", she couldn't help but ask. Well, the townspeople should be suffering from mass insanity, then. She couldn't think of a worse match than that between herself and Gaston. He would be a better match with a mare. They would match in social skills, for one. Naturally, Belle kept this thought for herself as she took the poor flowers and shook the dirt off the roots. "Thank you for the flowers, Gaston. But I was unaware of the talk around town", Belle responded, using all of her self control to keep from showing him outside. "I would believe we are not a very good match. You like more... physical activities. And, as you know, I enjoy staying home with a book. You would soon tire of me, I am sure."