Previous day - December 1st
LeFou’s emphasizing of the word “you” seemed to work wonders because Gaston was beginning to believe that he was the one who came up with the idea. “Well, obviously,” he gave LeFou one quick nod. As if with this gesture, he wanted to seal this idea. His idea, of course.
Gaston focused his gaze on his friend, studying his determined smile. It was as light as the snowflakes that delicately brushed their jackets and their hair. At the sight of it, Gaston’s heart felt lighter as well. Now he not only believed but also knew that Belle would like the gift. Maybe, thanks to it, Gaston won’t have to seek satisfaction in his four lovers. “Good,” he said, quickly directing his gaze back to the road ahead of them. The title or plot of the book didn’t interest him at all. Most importantly, Belle should know it was from HIM. That HE loved her so much that he could do something so unimaginable just for her.
And he will give her the portrait as an extra anyway.
Noticing how barely LeFou managed to keep up with him, Gaston laughed softly (as soft as his loud voice allowed). It was a rather funny scene because his friend’s short legs did not seem suitable for taking such long strides. Of course, Gaston wasn’t going to slow down. Why would he deprive himself of this irrational sight?
Gaston didn’t answer, just nodded. He did not hide a slight dissatisfaction that LeFou did not want to reveal his secret. However, Gaston was too excited about the surprise that he had no intention of verbally announcing his disappointment. As for the gift for Belle…, “It better not be greater than mine. Not that it is physically possible.” He warned his companion.
@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou