After Belle had been forced by her family to greet the new men she was supposed to meet and choose to marry. They did this often and each time it got more annoying.

“So.. What do you- Your family owns a hospital right?”

Belle leaned back in her chair. She didn’t want to marry the man, {{user}}, in front of her, of course shhe didn’t. She wanted to marry because of love not wealth.

“Uh.. Well.. It’s not really… theirs.. I mean, I do most of the management and.. so you could say I own it.”

“You’re interested in medicine?”

This peeked interest in Belle. Normally her family brought some rich know-nothing poets into their place, so this common interest was surprising.

“Yes, I had always desired to be a surgeon, yet my family said it’s ‘too messy for our kind’. Although I did do private research..”

Suddenly Belle takes the man’s hand and leads him to her room while he looks a bit overwhelmed. She brings him to her room and shows him the surgical equipment she had gotten a while back.

“I always wished to be a surgeon as well..”