Mrs Beauregarde Novels & Stories

Even the trees and the bushes, it seemed, needed to fit into the impossible standards of this place. After a moment, the door opened again, and Aunt Adelaide was there herself. She was a petite older woman with her white hair up in a beehive style. Her gray pants had pressed creases, while her white blouse had not one wrinkle. The rings donning her fingers and the pendant necklace around her neck were likely more expensive than my car parked in her driveway. “Vanessa,” she said with false friendliness. “How lovely of you to come see me. Beauregard says you have some financial matters you wish to discuss with me?”

Mayhem and Tiffany arrive at Mrs. Bee’s Bed and Breakfast in the Marigny part of town. “This is so cool,” Tiffany says as she gets out of the car. “We aren’t here to site see Tiff. We have shit to do.” Mayhem says as he exits the vehicle and grabs two bags from behind his seat. Mrs. Bee comes out of the narrow side door. “Hey loves.” She says as she tries to get to them without causing too much of a commotion.

Genevieve paused at the threshold, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the Mack Group’s most senior employees, a faint, condescending smile playing on her lips. “Good morning, Wisteria,” Genevieve’s voice, amplified by a discreet microphone, cut through the silence. It was a voice of polished steel, devoid of warmth. “I trust you’ve all had a restful night. Unlike some, I prefer to conduct my business with… efficiency.” Her eyes landed on Carrie. “Ms. Warner, I presume? I’ve heard much about your… loyalty. A commendable trait, in a subordinate.” Carrie’s face flushed, but she held her ground. “Lady Beaumont, on behalf of the Mack Group, I must ask the nature of this… unscheduled visit.”

Both North and William stared in awe at the grandeur of the place, dwarfing any they had seen in their own city. The vehicle's occupants, having momentarily lost themselves in the splendor of the mansion, snapped back to attention as they noticed another car already parked nearby. It bore the name of Senator Morgan, signifying that Amelie had arrived before them. Gerard couldn't help but roll his eyes at his perpetual lateness, a habit he attributed to Mia's interference. They stepped out of the car and were greeted by a female servant Gerard had hired for this purpose. She welcomed them with a courteous nod. "This way, sir. Madam is inside," she said, her voice carrying the refined accent o

"The surgery will definitely be successful. You'll become healthy in no time." "After your recovery, I'll make you your favorite dishes," Mom chimed in lovingly. Simon suddenly pulled out a dazzling moonstone necklace. "I bought the necklace you fancied at the auction last time. After the surgery, I'll put it on for you!" They were all so focused on Laila that none of them remembered that I was also about to undergo surgery. I thought I was used to being neglected. But as I neared the end of my life, the sight before me still broke my heart.

"Mr. and Mrs. Beaulieu, I'm so happy to meet you." Jerilyn reached her first and, ignoring the handshake, went straight in for a huge bear hug. "Oh, ma cher, I have heard so much about you from my son. I'm glad to finally meet you. And honey, you can just call me Jerilyn. Mrs. Beaulieu was my mother-in-law." Bobby steadied Maggie with a gentle touch on the small of her back when his mother released her. Justin hugged Maggie gently and kissed her cheek. "I can see my boy has good taste. It's nice to meet you, Maggie. I'm Justin."

Geneva was beautiful, but it was a cold, impenetrable kind of beautiful. The private archives of the Maison were located beneath their flagship boutique. The air inside was climate-controlled, carrying the faint scent of polished velvet and metal. Camille Delacroix, a family shareholder who oversaw the Maison's heritage collections, guided me through the softly lit corridors. She was a woman in her late forties, elegantly dressed, with a lingering tightness around her eyes that spoke of the family's recent financial hemorrhage.

In the afternoon, she got ready for the party. Mrs. Margaux Fontaine’s birthday celebration was held at the Paris Convention Center, drawing a crowd of over a thousand guests. Freya and Geneva arrived at around six in the evening. She found her place and put two bags in Kenneth’s seat. She was excited to share with Mrs. Fontaine the jewelry set she had designed for her. Unfortunately, her excitement died down when Freya discovered who they were sitting with. Geneva suddenly whispered, “Owners of Veloura are here, Mr. and Mrs. Antoine and Sabine Bellamy.”

‘Subject: Nanny Position - Interview Request. ‘Ms. Mercier,’ ‘Thank you for your application. We would like to schedule an interview for tomorrow at 2 PM. Please confirm your availability.’ ‘Address: 48 Avenue Foch, 16th Arrondissement, Penthouse.’ ‘Please bring identification, copies of references, and be prepared to discuss your experience in detail.’ ‘Best regards,’ ‘Margot Blanc, Executive Assistant.’ Avenue Foch. The 16th. Penthouse. This wasn't just wealthy. This was obscenely wealthy. This was old money and new money having a baby and buying real estate together wealthy.

The ride ended smoothly and I entered the hall that was flowing with all manner of people donned with all kinds of high-end fashionable clothing. Yet, the only thought in my head was how long do I have to stay before I leave without seeming rude? An hour? Two? I just want to make this quick so I walked right in and as expected the side talks began. For people that pride themselves in being extremely courteous, they do a lot of gossip! My name was flying around in their mouths and eventually, someone approached me. He wasn’t my age group but much older. “I hear you are Mr. Beauregard’s only child. It’s fair I say this to you. My deepest condolences. Your father was a friend of mine”