The eyes that Belle had tried to make warmer turned colder instead as she stared XY chromosome sitting in front of her, being kind to him was proving to be difficult and showcasing a reason Belle was typically not the kindest. She ignored the question of what part of france she came from, blinking as she stared at him with cold eyes-she should be kinder to get what she wants she had heard, but where can she find kindest inside her when face with such a male? Is his sister the same way? Did ms mehta inherit the same vulgar rudeness and improper behavior ms.Mehta seemed to have inherit? Truly was her curiosity that worth it? After all she was Belle and Belle would never be satisfied, thus did it truly matter if she got the answers she needed from him? Strategically yes in a way, but there was always Ms. Mehta to ask during the tea talk or Lady Maisie which Belle could strategically ‘use’ to get her answers.
She didn’t need him, after all if there was one thing Belle did not take was disrespect. She was a Fleur, not just any Fleur but Belle Rose Fleur, the second daughter to the Fleur family and skilled since she was a child, daughter of a duke and a former marquis daughter who is now a duchess, skilled in a lot of languages and a lot of other things. Thus, when he had asked if she would mind if he called her that, in what Belle could tell was feigned formality, she had smiled- it was not a smile that had warmth in it. No, warmth did not exist in that smile that she showed him. “I am sure that your wits have not been lost on your travel to England, though a lot can be lost in the weeks it took you to travel from your country to England, but I am sure you did not lose all of it now did you?” She asked coolly as she played with her gold-like hair. “There are a lot of reasons for everything that happens in life, is that not the truth? And there is a reason for my words when I corrected you in addressing me. We are not friends in anyway, Mr, and you an unmarried male and likewise I am an unmarried female. Calling me by my christian name is incredibly improper and I mind a lot as I do not know you at all. Thus, refrain from forgetting yourself.” She replied her expression blanked.
Her mother would be less than delighted in hearing her tone but Belle had no care for that, as she rang a bell sitting on the top of the table for a maid to come and get tea. She had waited and the maid had gotten tea for both Belle, and for Mr.Nikhl. She took a sip of her tea, then drop it back down to the table as she explained her plans with the rutherford girl- Lady Maisie and Ms.Mehta. It was a little social interaction for the three of them, so Belle could catch up with Lady Maisie and meet the new lady who had debuted the same day as her. “Yes, a ladies event as being around men gets overwhelming after some time and one needs their relaxation time. I am quite sure your sister is exhausted from travelling,” Being around you too, she thought but did not say as she continued, “Debuting into a society that she’s not used to and other stuff. I hope to give her a warm welcoming and the rest she needs,” And also ask her the questions that Belle wishes to ask.
Belle smiled politely and the thanks ms.Mehta had giving her, and ‘accepting’ though accepting is not the word she would use, his mistakes. He was not the worst of the worsts like she had said and though, that came out as forced like hers had came out as, she was grateful at his words. “I am always happy to help,” That was a lie, and Belle knew it all too well, but she said it as warmly as she can and with a polite nod of the head as if that was the truth. It was not that Belle did not like to help- no, she was always ready to help when needed. When a friend of her’s needed a new dress, when she is walking the streets with a guard and someone begs for her help, she doesn’t mind helping. You cannot develop a society without a community after all, and Belle had to contribute to that ‘community’. But her usage of ‘always’ was a lie and she knew it, it was also the fact that Belle knew that ‘helping’ was not the biggest reasons she wanted to meet Ms.Mehta- it was one of the reasons, sure, but not the major.
As she stared at the flowers she had taken from his hand, she analyzed them once more- yes they were truly beautiful. Sunflowers which signify loyalty,adoration and longevity, positivity and they were also a hopeful flower like dandelions, though dandelions was more yearning. Belle liked sunflowers, they were beautiful, lovely and they reminded her of a friend but they just were not her. “The flower is indeed lovely, quite enchanting actually, I am just more of a lover of Roses as I tend to feel a strong connection to that particular flower,” She was brought up after all knowing that roses was her spirit flowers, her soul was made of roses as her father would say. It was her special flower and she got roses for every celebrating that - for birthday celebrations, for random celebrations that concerned her that her father would host.