Beatrice Bartoni Novels & Stories

I spoke angrily and took one more glass of wine from a passing waiter’s tray. “Slow down with the wine, I don’t want you getting intoxicated. You need to be in your right state of mind to do the presentation” Ben said to me. I ignored him and went for another. I felt someone touch my shoulder. It was Beatrice. The clingy daughter of the mayor who has tried to get to my bed many times. “Hello Sandro” she purred and batted her lashes while keeping her arms around my neck. “I told you not to call me that” I warned.

I was fully aware that Marcus would never have intervened with this level of volatile protection if Beatrice had been the sibling standing in this kitchen. Beatrice possessed a sharp, calculating social intellect; she operated with a strategic prowess that kept her entirely insulated from emotional devastation. She never invested herself in serious entanglements and maintained absolute mastery over her personal boundaries during social exploits. Members of the opposite sex invariably succumbed to her effortless allure, while simultaneously treating my existence as though my very presence on the planet was an annoying inconvenience.

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.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

"And I’ll run the winery, because Leo doesn't know the difference between a Sangiovese and grape juice." Beatrice, now nearly ten, sat at a wooden table with a sketchpad. She had Caro’s fire and Alessandro’s unwavering focus. She was the heart of the farm, a girl who knew every vine by name and every secret of the soil. The screen door creaked open, and Caro stepped out. She looked at her family, and the breath caught in her throat, just as it did every single day. She walked over to Alessandro, sliding her arm around his waist. He pulled her flush against his side, his hand resting on her hip in the possessive, grounding way that had never changed.

For a brief moment, the whole table fell silent. “Wow!” Beatrice exclaimed, her eyes widening. “I can’t believe you actually got invitations to Mrs. Beaumont’s exclusive gala! I heard those things are worth a fortune.” She leaned forward excitedly, taking a closer look at the cards. “Jessy also told me Mrs. Beaumont will be attending in person tonight. Apparently, she’s quite tenacious and has a fiery temper, so you’d better be careful.” “Is the young mistress that formidable?” Beatrice mother inquired, pausing her meal to join in the conversation.

THE BAR, ITALY*** Mrs Beatrice Walton sat at a corner in the bar as she drank herself to stupor. This will be the eight bottle of Alcohol she was having for today She had left the mansion without her guard and came right her to drink At least to forget about her lost daughter for a while. In the same bar was Richmond. He was drinking, smoking and kissing the two prostitutes that was beside him They flirt with him and laughed out. One grabbed his d**k and Richmond moaned naughtily. He looked up and his eyes might with Beatrice seating at a corner in the bar. Mere seeing her, he pushed the two prostitute away and staggered to her

I forced through my teeth as nicely as I could, “if we’re insistent on being more honest than formal.” “Lovely isn’t something we hear often.” Mr. Ricci said with a forced chuckle. I noticed he had had tattoos peeking from under his collar and cuffs. Mrs. Ricci also had some hiding under the folds of her sleeves and neckline. I looked back at her face, noticing an almost concealed smirk as her eyes softened momentarily. She squeezed my hand gently, which was surprisingly assuring. Guess I’d won her over? I couldn’t be sure too soon. Mrs. Beaumont stepped in hesitantly to break the tension, “The Riccis have one of the largest wineries and cheese factories in Italy. They even brought their bes

Chiara commented with her own plate of food in front of her too. Beatrice said something back in Italian and I didn’t understand but I could guess she was stating her agreement. As if talking about him had summoned his presence, Alessio abruptly walked in and looked around at the table of food and the mess the assistants were busy clearing up. His expression was one of careful impassiveness when he asked, “What happened here?” “Coraline, benedica la sua dolce anima, ha preparato un vero banchetto per soddisfare le voglie di Martina durante la gravidanza.” Beatrice told him while directing a gentle smile my way.