It wasn’t that Gaston wasn’t easy on the eyes, it was just that after their drunken evening (after all miss, this is France) had left her with a stalker, an incurable itch and a lingering doubt about the nature of his relationship with LeFou, she just wasn’t sure if Provençal France was her idea of a dream life - especially all the nosy locals looking down on her for reading. How else would she find the cure?!?