Belle set her bare foot into the grass. It was cool on her warmed feet. She continued to stroll along, swinging her hips and letting her arms loose, as she stepped with joy. Her brown hair was up in a ponytail, the swishing mane of a playful pony. A gentle smile pulled at her lips as she thought of Geoffrey. Belle swoon inside at the thought of last night's amazing kiss. She wanted to leap with joy as the scene replayed in her mind.

The fireplace shot flickering shadows on the walls of Belle's cottage. Geoff was up making the two soup, and Belle was getting cold. Finally, Geoff walked to the couch and set the soups on a nearby table. He flicked his wavy brown locks out of his eyes and sat down next to his girlfriend. Belle cuddled closer. His body heat warmed hers as he bent down as head; Belle met her lips to his. They had kissed serval times before, but to Belle, it felt like the first time. . .

At this memory, Belle's heart melted. Noticing nobody was near, Belle leaped into the air and spun three hundred and sixty degrees fulfilling a complete circle. To herself she giggled and returned to walking as a normal girl should. Belle's cheer wasn't interrupted by a shepherded standing in front of her. She nodded her head gently and kept her large, gentle smile as she passed him by, heading back into town.

Once in town Belle came upon two little boys playing tug-a-war with a large stick. Belle had always loved children. Belle smiled at the two young boys enjoying there day off of studies. Her smile faded when one boy got the stick and started beating the other one with it. By instinct, Belle snatched the stick away.

"What are you to doing?" Belle scolded.

"Sorry ma'am," the blonde, stronger one stared at the ground, fidgeting his feet.

"You two play nice!" Belle walked away, pleased.

She was thrust into an eternal dream of having kids of her own. She would, of course name them Jane and Blaze, they would grow up and let Belle stay at one of their houses as they'd treat her in her elderly years. Belle grinned, picturing the luxurious scene as she stepped into her cottage.

Looking on the ground Belle saw scattered wild flowers forming a little path. It could only be one person, but still, Belle looked around her small cottage curiously. She stepped lightly, letting her bare feet crush as little flower as possible. Slowly, she walked into the next room and there she saw, sitting on her maple wood dining table, were two large candles illuminating the dark room. Geoff was sitting on the opposite side of the table, but at the site of Belle he was on his feet and making his way to her. Belle was grinning from ear to ear, blushing like a tomato. Geoff took Belle's hand in his and bowed his head down low and kissed her hand gently.

"Le bon soir ma dame."

Belle giggled.

"Vous asseyez, Madamoiselle!" Geoff pulled out the chair, swiftly dusted it off and Belle sat down as she giggled as his suave French accent.

"Soup, Madamoiselle?" Geoff didn't listen to the answer, for he immediately poured the steaming soup into Belle's porcelain bowl. Geoff continued to serve the her chicken and steamed vegetables. After he had finished, he sat down across from Belle and took his hand in hers. "You look très beau this evening."

Belle smiled, "Et vous." She looked deep into his light brown eyes. All she could see was his undying love. His hair was slicked back for the occasion and he was dressed in his nicest fabrics. It was impossible for Belle to look at him and not smile.

After what Belle thought to be a delicious dinner, Geoff cleared the table. Once the table was clear and the candles were snuffed, Geoff snatched Belle's hand and lead her off. Immediately Geoff went into Belle's bedroom. Belle raised a curious eyebrow, wondering his intentions, but he just continued to smile. He sat her down on her mattress, and sat down next to her, still holding her fragile hands. Gently, he kissed her. Belle was pleased as he continued to kiss her. Slowly, she felt herself falling back onto the bed, but she didn't notice, she was too in love. Geoff climbed on top of her and suddenly, Belle realized what was happening.

Geoff whispered, "J'adore tu."

"Wait," Belle attempted to sit up, "What are you doing?"

Geoff looked nervous, "I just thought. . .umm. . .maybe."

"You know I won't until I get married," Geoff let her sit up.

"I'm sorry, I just–"

"Look," Belle said, standing up, "just don't do it again."

Geoff looked chastened. Belle gave him a swift kiss on the cheek to cheer him up. He gave a little grin. The Beast used to do that all the time, but he wouldn't be so sweet about letting it go. Thinking of the Beast made Belle's skin crawl so she turned her attention towards Geoff. In her eyes, he was the perfect boyfriend.

Once again Geoff got down on his knees and held Belle's hand, "Belle Chantal Levoure, will you marry me?"

(Author's note: I was unsure of Belle's last name, so I made it up, if anyone knows, feel free to let me know!)