"He's perfect," exclaimed the busty blonde.
"He's so strong," remarked her identical sister.
"And so gorgeous," said the third triplet and she suddenly fainted. Seconds later she somehow revived and quickly rose to her feet not wanting to miss her opportunity of seeing him up close.
At a statuesque height of 6'3 and weighing in about 235 lbs, Gaston easily caught glances from people who stood by. His slicked-back hair, chiseled features, and massive muscles only attracted more attention.
His ink-colored hair saturated in pomade swooped above his forehead and flowed down his neck, loosely tied into a ponytail by a crimson-colored ribbon. The deep, rich color complemented his jet-black hair and seemed as though it was carefully chosen from an array of ribbons.
With his perfectly aligned pearly whites and eyes that sparkled like Sapphires, young girls and even older women were instantly mesmerized and at times even fainted by a mere glance or a flash of a smile.
If Gaston was a statue, his prominent cheekbones, strongly defined jaw, and cleft chin would make any sculptor extremely proud to show off his masterpiece. His enormously muscular build was no less fascinating compared to his face. He had a massively hard rock chest and biceps the size of boulders.
In complete contrast, beside him was a short, funny looking man. He enthusiastically walked along his companion, knowing without a doubt he was beside the town's most admired man. He was even more thrilled at the idea of even being considered a "friend" of Gaston. A term which either meant praising his looks and talents, running around breathlessly trying to catch the prey he shot, or worse, massaging his feet, drenched in sweat and reeking of a terrible odor after a long hard day of hunting, which none of the blondes seemed to mind. In fact, they fought and argued over who would do the vomit- inducing task.
It seemed as though the world revolved around him. Girls adored him and men envied him. The whole town was in awe of his good looks and hunting abilities. Whenever he wanted something, he got it right away. There were no "maybe's" and definitely no "no's." There was only one thing missing from his life, a wife who could do all the cooking and cleaning and be beautiful all at the same time. When he met Belle, he just knew he had to have her and his life would be complete. If only he knew that people thought she was crazy and a total outcast for having her head in books all day, always day-dreaming of going to faraway places. If only he knew…before it was too late.
His life was perfect…until he met her.
