Beatrice Mccartney Instagram Novels & Stories

Another had an image of a middle aged woman leaning on a cane with a moorland scene in the background. ‘Welcome, my dear,’ Macbeth said. ‘It’s good to see you again.’ ‘Thank you, Ms Macbeth,’ Beatrice said politely despite her nervousness. 'Oh, call me Alice! Please go through to the lounge,’ Alice said gesturing with her hand to a door a few metres away. ‘Marcus is just putting together a little supper, seeing as we’ve brought our tea date forward a day or so.’ ‘There really isn’t any need,’ Beatrice said, not feeling in the slightest bit hungry.

"Don't worry, I like it, it's delicious, it's just that I don't get used to eating sweet things very often." "Oh!" Alicia replied, looking away from Axel. They were both silent while they ate the ice cream; Axel finished before her. "Miss, have you had breakfast yet?" Alicia smiled a little embarrassed. "Not yet. I came to the park, got distracted, and, Well, then I ran into you and I ran out of time. Axel looked at his watch. "It's 1:00 in the afternoon. Do you want to go get something to eat?"

I had to. Celeste smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Oh, really? Sure.” She stretched out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, then turned it toward me. It was a wedding photo. Beatrice stood beside Alexander in a stunning lace gown, her arm looped through his. She looked… like me. No. She looked like someone who stole my face. My breath hitched. “So…?” I couldn’t finish the sentence. “I know,” Celeste cut in softly, eerily. “It’s insane. Crazy, right? Such a shame I didn’t get to taste him.”