Novel & Cerita Beatrice Bartoni

he said and took out fries. I laughed. "Chill, Neri. You're too aborted by that." "Hi Elena, Neri!" We both looked at Peter and Shawn. We were classmates who were also classmates in high school. I waved at them. Neri faked a smile. "Your smile is obviously fake." She ate fries again. "What now? They don't know, anyway. You're the only one who notices so it's okay." "I don't know about you." In the middle of the conversation my eyes caught the entrance of Beatrice Vasquez. She's from the higher batch. A daughter of a famous socialite. I've seen her in some social gatherings for the past months. Their family is in the fashion industry because they own a clothing company.

Beatrice’s voice filled with shame "I turned to Dario he gave me what I needed. The pills, the powder, the escape" Her lips trembled harder "But I couldn’t pay him back, the debt kept growing, thousands, Rosie. I owed thousands. I lied to you, I had been in Italy for over a year and when things got bad, i came to you to house me" Rosalie’s stomach churned. Beatrice finally lifted her gaze, her eyes hollow, desperate "He gave me one way out, just one"

Her expression tightened for just a second, small enough that it would have been missed if anyone wasn’t watching closely. One of her friends followed her line of sight. “Isn’t that Marcus Sterling?” Another leaned in slightly. “That’s your fiancé, right?” A brief pause followed. Then, quieter, “Who’s the woman with him?” All eyes turned to Beatrice. Waiting. She set her glass down carefully, the movement controlled. “Just a business partner,” she said flatly. But her eyes didn’t leave them. Not far from their table, another presence had also taken notice.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

Bye. — Bye. She said goodbye to Celeste. Alicia, excited, went to the supermarket to buy what she would make for dinner. She was thinking of making spaghetti bolognese, Gabriel's favorite food, so when she got home she set about preparing dinner with great enthusiasm and, once it was ready, she prepared to take a long bath. She dressed in a black nightgown that she had in her underwear; it had been a long time since she had dressed like that. She remembered one night when she put it on to surprise her husband, but he stopped her and said:

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

I'm sure I look mortified as I stand up, "Hi, my names Bec and I'm from Livingston" I look around the room as I speak. It's hard not to notice all the kids giving each other pointed looks. "Well hello Bec it's so nice to meet you darlin, you can take your seat again," her thick Texas accent is almost too overwhelming for me. Luckily, she launches straight into the class without any further questions. I pretend to follow along while subconsciously doing little drawings around my book, trying my hardest not to think about the boy with raven hair.

Damian pulled a chair for me and we both sit across Tito and his sister with Aubrey next to the woman. She smiled at me. “Hello, hija. I am Beatrice. Albert’s older sister.” Is tand up to offer my hand. “Hello, Miss Beatri—“ “No, no, just Tita.” Tito, who is sitting just across me smield while wtchingD amian and I. I silently look at Damian and saw him seriously sitting ebsoide me so I bit my lip. What the hell is wromg with him? “We have already ordered our foods and it would be served ina few, Dionne hija, would you want yo add something?”

she said, leaning in for a cheek-to-cheek greeting. “And you as well, Tita Rita.” Beatrice removed her oversized Gucci glasses, slipping them into her clutch. “Forgive me for being late,” she added smoothly. “I had to take care of a ruckus in Dad’s casino.” Rita waved a dismissive hand, her rings catching the light. “It’s all right, dear. Now that you’re here, I want you to look at this album.”