Chapter Nineteen

“Good evening, Miss Beatrice. Mr Debock requested I come pick you up.” The chauffeur said politely the moment she opened the door.

“Good evening.”

She nodded, not knowing what else to say, then followed him, hoping anyone who knew her wouldn’t see her or anyone who knew Frank wouldn’t recognize her.

She felt her throat go dry when she saw the limo before them. The chauffeur was ahead of her so he opened the door for her.

“Thank you,” She mumbled, then entered, comfortably taking her seat.

She saw Rita smiling hard as she stood by the door of the house, waving her hand as the driver drove off.

Beatrice took a deep sigh, trying not to think of something else but to keep an open mind and to enjoy the night as she promised Rita.

After what felt like years to come, the chauffeur pulled up in literally the most expensive restaurant in the city. As far as she knew, it was only the richest of people that dined there and that included celebrities as well as dignitaries. Never had it cros