Gaston was walking through the small village one more time, scanning to see if anyone new had arrived as an unmarried young woman. Gaston knew he could provide a woman with a good life, she would be a beloved wife, never wanting for material comforts like clothing or shoes or makeup. She would be well-fed to make sure his children would grow inside of her strong and hale. He had worked his way through many of the young women in the village, bored by the ones who threw themselves at his feet, uninterested in the mousy, unattractive ones, and disgusted by any he deemed too old. He needed a beautiful, young wife to show off, as an accessory to his already vast fortune. He is just about to give up, bracing himself for having to journey into Lyon or Nice to find someone suitable, when his gaze finds a young woman watering plants outside a modest cottage. She's definitely new, as he had recently rented that cottage to a middle-aged couple, claiming to be a cobbler and a seamstress. Gaston wonders if this young woman is their daughter or their servant, but not caring either way because she is absolutely beautiful. "Good afternoon, mademoiselle. My name is Gaston LeGume. You are a sight for sore eyes, my lady. As beautiful as me, in fact. May I have the pleasure of your name?" He asks, trying to make a good first impression so he could commence with wooing her until she agreed to wed him.