"He's not going to fall in love with her." Cogsworth stated.
"Not in that tower, she won't." Lumiere agreed. "But with a little help from us – "
"Little?" Cogsworth huffed.
"Okay, probably quite a bit of help. No matter, we will find ways to romance her for the Beast. She is the only one who can, therefore she is The One! We shall be Cyrano to the Beast's Christian. Cheer up, Cogsworth. We will be human again in no time!"
"Lumiere!" the Beast roared. He burst into the kitchen. "You're making her dinner."
"I thought you might appreciate the company." He answered smoothly.
"I for one, have no part in this hopeless plan." Cogsworth crossed his arms.
"Plan? What else have you done for her?"
"I… may have moved her to the East Wing."
"You gave her a bedroom?"
"But of course, sir. She could be the one to break the spell. I thought tonight's dinner could the first step in charming her."
"The prisoner?" he laughed. "Ridiculous. The peasant daughter of a thief? I hardly think so."
"You must try. We become less human with every day." Lumiere gently reminded him.
The Beast snarled at the reminder of his duty; he was the reason everyone was cursed and therefore he was the one who must break the curse. He nodded. "Show me."
The Beast pounded on her door Lumiere led him to. "You will join me for dinner. That's not a request."
"I'm not hungry."
"It would give me great pleasure if you joined me for dinner." The Beast replied obviously through clenched teeth.
"No, thank you."
"Fine! Then go ahead and starve!" the beast roared. He turned to his servants, in a voice loud enough for Belle to hear, he ordered. "If she doesn't eat with me, she doesn't eat at all."
Belle had no more tears to cry. She shuddered at the command, afraid of his rage, wondering if she wasn't better off alone and ignored in the tower.
Not long later a talking tea pot and tea cup invited her down to dinner.
"I thought…" Belle began, confused and afraid either she or the servants would get into trouble. She thought of the Beast and his teeth and claws and shuddered.
"People say a lot of things in anger. It's our choice whether or not to listen." The teapot dismissed, rolling away on her tray.
Belle swallowed. She knew people did a lot of things in anger, too. But if the delicate china was not concerned, she would try to follow her example, and followed her down to the dinning room.
The show was they put on for her during dinner was dazzling, but it was the effort put in by the enchanted objects that forced a smile from her. They truly wanted her to be welcome here, and though she wanted to get as far away from the beast as possible, she was starting to like the other residents of the castle.
note: yeah, i know cyrano de bergerac was written much later than the pre-revolutionary era of beauty and the beast, but it fit, so whatevs.