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She affirmed. “May I know your name at first?” He smiled at her, and all Beatrice could think of was to just drown in those charming smiles. “Beatrice Coleman,” Beatrice answered, reciprocating his smile back to him. “That's a nice name, and by the way, are you Mr. Clarke's secretary?” He asked. Beatrice was about to answer when she felt a hand wrapped around her wrist, “She's my personal assistant and if you don't mind, I'll like to speak with her this instance,” Ben's deep voice rang behind her as all the enchanting smiles on Beatrice's face faded away.

I commented with a dry laugh. Beatrice hit me lightly on the head with the dishcloth she had on her shoulder. That night she was wearing the usual flashy makeup, with golden and red shadow above a thick eyeliner, whose extremely long false eyelashes almost fully covered her efforts to make the shadow stand out. The outfit was a bright and very thin-looking dress of red color, whose neckline fell into a deep slit, giving prominence to her small breasts. The high heels echoed against the wooden floor, as she beat them back and forth in order to finish the preparations for our supper.

She smiles to herself, mentally praising herself for coming up with such a brilliant idea. She takes a silver spoon and bowl from the tray that one of her butlers brought to bring her breakfast earlier this morning. After answering the call she covers the phone with the bowl and starts tapping the silver spoon over the bowl hard enough to make an unbearable sound. It's even too much for her to bear the obnoxious sound, still she goes on with the torture. "What in the heaven are you doing, young lady?" Iris jumps off her bed hearing Martha's voice, one of her butlers whom she absolutely adores.

She adjusted her hat, straightened her dress, and marched up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Butler Jamie, a tall man in his fifties with a balding head, greeted her with a warm smile as he opened the door. "Madam Aniston, what a delightful surprise. Your grandson is not at home presently. But it is a pleasure to see you. May I inquire about the purpose of your visit today?" Rolling her eyes, Beatrice ignored his question and marched past him, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "I need not explain myself to you... Remember your place," she replied sharply. "I will wait for Chase in the drawing room."

“That’s nothing. Enjoy the party, but I’d like you to keep an eye on Brianna so that Nathalie isn’t the only one looking at my granddaughter. There are a lot of people there.” “Yes, Madame!” Donna replied warmly. “I’ll keep a close eye on Brianna. “Thank you. Alright, I’m really going now,” Mrs. Beatrice said, as she took her leave of us. Everyone fell silent as Madame Beatrice stepped out here in the sitting room, the surrounding area became noisy again. The makeup artist instinctively touched her chest. “It’s really true then, Madame Beatrice Watson’s aura is sophisticated, yet intimidating.” “That’s right,” the hairstylist chimed in. “I thought she was going to eat me alive with that star

" Alright, Lucia. Let me quickly finish the food so that you can have your meal before the evening sets in. You know it is not good to have meals late." Beatrice ate the food and drank the remainder of the apple cider. She had never tasted anything quite like it before, not even back in the twenty first century. This one was naturally sweet as it had no artificial sweeteners unlike the ones she had drank in the twenty first century. She handed the tray back to Lucia and yawned loudly. "Do not bother to come back in here after your meal. I am tired and I need to take a nap to revive my energy. After that, I shall pay a visit to Alexander in his office. "

At this moment, Beatrice and Claire were on their way to her grandfather’s place, driving the BMW M8 that was given to Dorothy by Alex. Beatrice’s grandfather was Aidan Bardot. He has two daughters: Claire was the elder while the younger one was named Adrianna Bardot. Adrianna was much snobbish than Claire, she would always try to compare with Claire in every aspect. Ever since Claire’s husband, Henry Assex, went missing after a trip with his secretary, Adrianna insulted and looked down upon her every time they met.

She was one of the many who came up to me offering their condolences, and I remember wondering who she was. “Hello, Abby. It is nice to meet you finally under different circumstances. I am Beatrice, but all my friends call me Bea.” She holds out her hand, and when I take it, she draws me into a hug. Despite my earlier reservations, I find myself warming to Bea immediately as she takes my arm and starts chatting excitedly about the shop and Nonna, relaying little stories and incidents that have me chuckling.

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Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.