Novel & Cerita Mrs Beauregarde

I murmured, stepping into the freezing air. He led me through a massive set of double doors into a grand foyer. A middle-aged woman in a crisp gray dress uniform was waiting for me. She gave a polite, stiff bow. "Good afternoon, Miss Beaumont. I am Mrs. Gable, the house manager. Mr. Sinclair is expecting you in his study. Please, follow me." I wiped my wet shoes on the mat and followed her up a wide, floating staircase. The house was dead quiet. There were no family photos on the walls, no colorful decorations. It felt like a museum.

My wings tingled nervously; I’d forgotten how handsome he was. “I think you should meet him,” Rosette said, and before I could stop her she took my arm and guided me towards him. “Mr. Beauxdera, may I introduce you to Maraina Blackwood?” “Of course,” said Mr. Beauxdera, giving me a kind smile. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackwood.” “You as well,” I said, feeling overwhelmed. “Mr. Beauxdera and I have a mutual interest in statistics,” said Rosette. “I understand that you, too, care for this most noble of subjects?”

She was a ghost, a signed piece of property. A sharp knock at the door startled her. Before she could answer, the double doors swung open, and a troupe of five women in identical grey uniforms marched in. They were led by a woman with a sharp bob and even sharper eyes who clutched a tablet like a weapon. "Good morning, Mrs. Vane," the woman said, her voice devoid of any real warmth. "I am Beatrice, Mr. Vane’s head of styling. We have exactly four hours to prepare you for the Founders' Gala. Please, step out of bed. We have much work to do."

She scribbled a few lines and passed Maxima the paper. “That’s the address and the name of the realtor who’s handling the property. Why don’t you check it out? I have good instincts about people. I think you and I are going to get on just fine, Chef Davenport.” “Me, too, Georgia.” “Great! You’ll get to meet Melinda on Saturday. She’s the cake-maker. See if you two like each other. Who knows? Maybe we’ll all end up working together, creating a great team.”

“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

“Madam Gosling, Miss Yaleman, you’ve come! Welcome! Welcome! There are many new designs in our shop now. I can help you to pick out a few of our new items!” “No need for that. We’ll take a look around by ourselves!” Madam Gosling replied immediately. All of a sudden, her daughter started tugging on her clothes. “Mom, all of you, look! Isn’t that, that person?!” The girl pointed in Gerald and Bea’s direction. “Hmm? It’s Gerald! Bea is actually here with him too? Hahaha!” Madam Gosling snickered. That’s right. Madam Gosling was none other than Gerald’s first aunt, Rose.