Benoit Rushged over to his mother's side, he helped her out of the bushed why trying to have her look Decent to the publish by shield her bloomers from eyes.
Once she was standing she hugged her son " Oh Benoit, I have such wonderful news" she danced around. " I've received news that one of your father's ships has survived". Benoit quickly hushed his mother, He didn't like the town to know about their past
" Yes Mama" Benoit hooked his arm with her's " you can tell me at home" as he escorted her. Gaston over heard them, It was no secret that Benoit and his mother were once wealthy, when the two moved to their small village and had to sell of their expensive possessions but now hearing that one of their cargo ships had return , this means Benoit would be rich again and most likely flaunt his wealth at him.
Too bad Benoit wasn't a woman or else he would marry her right then and their so he could have access to possible riches. Or better yet, he could arrange his sister to marry Benoit. but Gaston remembered he doesn't have a sister... Or did he?
Gaston quickly took off to prepare for his plan.
….
That night Benoit re read the letter that was sent to them. His mother was all excited to claim the ship, she was hoping the money from the ship would make life easy for them.
" Mama relax" Benoit told her " Even if this was possibly Father's ship we should be carful with what we receive".
" Oh My son just think" His mother danced along the floor " all the women would want o marry you". Her son rolled his eyes.
" Mama , I hope that's not why you marry father" he responded. His mother stopped dancing and instead she started to blush.
" Well no, in fact, your father was seen strange from the other's back in Paris" she remember a young handsome man who looked similar to Benoit approaching her asking for her hand in marriage. " he told me he loved me from the moment he saw me" she giggled " me a pig woman as my peers called me engaged to a handsome fellow like him.
She turn back to her son the blush fading from her face "any way, we must go to bed for tomorrow I'm going to the dock to claim the ship".
"Would you like me to come along mama?" Benoit asked.
"No, I'll be fine" His mother assured "I'll be taking Phillipe".
…. The next morning Benoit's mother was off on a Belgian horse named Phillipe, as they rode the horse started to get weary of the path they were on.
Marie checked the map it's been ages since she was in Paris, she came to a fork in the rode, Phillipe took one look at the left path then saw how spooky the right path look.
"Let's go this way "Marie pulled on the reins making Phillipe go right. That was soon a big mistake, the sound of a wolf howl spooked the poor horse. Backing up into a tree caused bats to emerge, out thus spooking the horse further, Marie tried to calm the frighten horse but instead when the horse reared up she fell and the horse took off for home.
"Phillipe?" Marie called out, no response. Marie pulled the cloak she was wearing around her, the air suddenly got cold, then she heard a growl, suddenly a park of wolves closed in on her. Mari quickly ran from the pack.
She tripped over a root that rose above ground, making her fall over a small ditch, getting up she came across a gate, running she tried pull on the gate, the wolves were nearing her, then the gate magical opened ash she pushed on it, getting in she quickly slammed the gate on the wolves. One wolf grabbed hold of her dress she pulled back ripping the hem. Getting up her eyes laid on a huge castle.
This scene, Yeah it would be weird for a woman to make an invention and go off to the fair. insted I took inspiration from the original tale where it was the Father going to the docks to claim a ship that was rumored to survived the storm.
and I figured since in the original story Belle ( Beauty in some adaptions) was once a rich woman but had to move into the country after losing their wealth to frauds.
Since Gaston in the Disney tale only wanted Belle for a Wife because of her looks. Here, He aware Benoit was once a rich person and is jealous of him.