Beauty and the Beast

chapter 8

i am so so so so so so so sorry!! I've had such a hard time with this chapter! I've redone this chapter 3 times! i have no idea how fast to make this story to go. i want to be long, but not too long.

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Updated 2-15-17

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2 months later

Belle stumbled for the 15th time on some stupid rock. Arielle and Isabelle had both forgotten to take lunch with them into town. And if Belle didn't give it to them, they would get cranky. Even though they had all settled nicely into their new life here, that didn't mean that her sisters were any less a pain in ass. They may be wearing simpler clothes and live in a simpler house, but they never lost their attitude.

Isabelle and Arielle were the main income however, so Belle couldn't really complain when there was bread on the table. They had set up a make shift seamstress/tailor business in town. Because the old seamstress died two winters ago, the small town was in desperate need of one, and Isabelle and Arielle were than happy to oblige. They made a decent amount of money mending trousers, sewing dresses, and embroidering curtains. They had recently finished a wedding gown for a wealthy girl one town over, hearing about the sister's exquisite needlework. With the money, they were able to get the barn fixed up. It still looked shabby, but now it didn't look ready to collapse at any second, and Belle had no trouble putting Pivoine in there now that the barn didn't threaten the old mere's life.

Tripping over yet another stone, Belle cursed herself for daydreaming. They sisters needed the horse and the cart to carry bolts of cloth and other things. So Belle had to walk, knowing that her sisters weren't going to ride back and get it. So that's why she was here now, making the hour long walk to town.

Blast her sisters and their pride.

After tripping on countless more rocks, Belle almost decided to turn back when she heard her name being called behind her. Turning around, Belle had to suppress a moan. It was Léon. He was the wealthiest man in Bois Noirs, and seemed to think that the whole world revolved around him. His father's country estate was some miles down and he helped manage the village. Because Léon's brother and sister married quite high, and his family had money to spare.

Belle would admit that the man was rich, very handsome and quite a catch, but when it came to his mind, God seemed give Léon the short end of the stick. Léon was egotistical, a gambler, and a womanizer. Ever since the Beaumont's moved to village, he was determined to woo the three daughters. Isabelle and Arielle swooned over him craving his attention not unlike half the other village girls, however Belle could not stand him. He valued women by her pretty face and open legs, and would stare at Belle in a way that should be seen only in the bedroom. The more she rejected him, the more his attention grew. He seemed to make it his personal challenge to woo the youngest Beaumont daughter; to Léon, it was all a game.

And here he was, galloping his horse towards her. It was a pretty horse, a slivery-coated stallion that tall and strong. She liked Léon's horse, just not the rider. He treated the horse badly for how wonderful it was. She plastered a fake smile on her face as he came barreling towards her, and waved, then turned around walking again, silently hoping he would get the message that she didn't want to talk. She heard her name being called again, this time much closer. She heard the thundering hooves of his horse as he came to a walk right beside her pulling on the reins hard, creating a dust cloud from the abrupt deceleration. Belle coughed as the dust entered her lungs.