Mrs Beauregarde Novels & Stories

MAVERICK I was so nervous, and riding in the chopper didn’t help. I started fidgeting as we walked into the massive entrance of Beatreigh’s mansion. “Darling, you made it.” the voice just came from nowhere, and I was instantly engulfed and squeezed in a hug. “Oh, hi. It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Winston.” I returned the hug. “Just Beatreigh or Bea, darling. You are Mrs. Winston. I dropped that name a long time ago,” she said with a smile. She looked younger to have a son of Lake’s age. She was also beautiful, with bright blue eyes and a fabulous smile.

She and her Aunt, Madame Alarie don’t have a good relationship since the Madame’s chosen styles are just to flashy for her. Madame Heroux stood up, “No, you didn’t interrupt anything, Beatrice. It’s a good thing that you are here.” Margaret Heroux glanced at Monsieur Alarie- her sister’s father in-law- slightly bowed her head down, “It’s good to see you, Monsieur. It’s been a long time since I saw you. Are you doing well?” “Yes, it’s been long since we’ve seen each other, Margaret. I’m doing well as you can see, I’m still standing strong.” The elder Alarie Patriarch stretched his arms out to show how strong he is.

"Mother was thrilled when she heard you owned Meadow Lane. She said if Mrs. Whitaker and Mrs. Beckett are both wearing it, she'll finally have an excuse to replace her wardrobe." Then, Sophie’s thirty minutes was almost up, so she said her goodbye, thanked Jessica for her patronage, and went back to Wright Textile. She was up against an unpredictable battlefield, and she could feel her heart thumping. It had truly been a while. She followed the assistant to Mr. Wright’s office. When the sliding door opened, Sophie took a deep breath. “Mrs. Beckett,” Mr. Wright’s dignified voice carried through the room. His chair turned, revealing his seasoned figure. Each wrinkle on his face a sign of exper

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

“Come on. Let’s find Michael and Harper before they eat everything without us.” We’d barely taken a few steps toward the square when a voice cut across the music and laughter. “Celeste Monroe? From New York?” I froze, every muscle locking. She was standing near a jewelry booth, elegant in a way that didn’t belong in our quiet Provençal town. Mid-forties, perfectly styled, her dark hair swept into a polished chignon, silk scarf tied effortlessly at her throat. “I knew it was you,” she said with a dazzling smile. “I’m Margaux Leclair. I used to work under Sebastian Moreau before moving here. He once spoke very highly of you.”

"Mom, Dad, my stomach hurts. Hurry up and get Healer Petra here now!" But Mom, who'd always doted on her, stood frozen in place. The color had drained from her face, and she seemed completely oblivious to Laila's situation. "Zora's dead? That's impossible. Are you tricking us on her behalf?" As if she'd suddenly found a loophole, Mom sneered and continued, "If she only had one kidney, why would she agree to donate one to Laila? This must be another one of her lies. "And I saw it with my own eyes—Laila has that surgical scar. It can't be faked! But Zora didn't even have a single mark on her."

"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."

William was a jewelry designer, says Joseph. Mia raises her eyebrows. She is surprised that Mr. William is a jewelry designer. - But what is the link with the thing you gave to Mme Baudet? Mia wonders what the connection may be. - Mme Baudet was an infamous seamstress when they met. During a fashion conference, the creations of Mme Baudet went on stage for the first time, by chance, Mr. William also participated in this conference... - So they met? Mia can imagine the scene at that moment.