Romans & histoires Willy Wonka Mrs Beauregarde

Every head turned when she stepped through the doorway. “Ah, there she is!” boomed a warm, feminine voice. A tall woman with flowing chestnut hair and regal posture rose from the far end of the table. “You must be Miss Grace. I’m Margaret Bearanstein — Arthur’s mother. Please, come in, dear.” Margaret radiated the kind of elegance that made Gwen instantly self-conscious. Her smile was genuine, but her eyes were sharp — appraising. “Thank you, Mrs. Bearanstein. It’s a pleasure to—”

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."

“Charlie, zip it we’re moving.” The ride back was smooth, wind whipping my hair, Linda’s arms tight around me. The Giraffe glowed ahead, Walda waiting outside near the retro yellow phone booth, with her staff sparking green. “Girls!” Walda called with her eyes glinting. “So your little bar escapade went smooth I see? nicely done! Now, Beatrice, Isabell’s gallery opening. You should really go.” I groaned, sliding off Alarica. “Walda, my family they’ll just insult me. Eric, Clara with ‘freak,’ ‘disgrace,’ all that crap.”

Harrington, fanning her lightly as per her instructions. “Honestly,” Mrs. Beaumont began, swirling her champagne glass. “She asked me about her garden as though I’d be impressed by a few bushes and a gazebo.” Mrs. Harrington scoffed. “That woman is always trying to outdo herself. It’s embarrassing.” Lila bit her lip to hide her confusion. She didn’t understand what was so funny but knew better than to let it show. As they laughed, the shop manager appeared, a tall, polished man in an impeccable suit. “Ladies, is everything to your satisfaction?”

It was like having a hot water bottle clinging to my torso. "Come one now," Ms. Beale said, peeling him off me. "Look there's an empty swing. Go play!" He dropped to the ground and scampered off. I looked after him, smiling, then look up to find Charles' eyes on me. They are laughing, warm, and ... something else. Was it tenderness? "Snack time?" Charles asked, and Ms. Beale nodded. "I've heard about this." "Oh, that's Mrs. Addison's place," I said. I explained to Ms. Beale that Mrs. Addison was constantly trying to beat her own record of getting them all through in a minute and a half.

The ceiling was arched and painted in rose gold and the air had a fragrance of something nice. Genevieve's laughter distracted me from observing my surroundings. “Oh, Leonard, you always make it sound so thrilling.” Mrs Beau’s fork scraped across her plate. Her eyes, which she had lowered ever since, finally narrowed at Genevieve. She scraped her plate again, as if giving a warning, and Genevieve only smirked.

she looked up at the clock ticking stealthily on the wall "It's already past one? Good gracious! Hurry child, you must be ready to see Madame Gloria by three" Ma mère said in haste as she rushed to leave "But who is Madame Gloria?" Rose echoed but it was too late for her voice to be heard, Ma mère had disappeared through the door already Rose looked around the room, it was a big one, although a bit old fashioned. The room smelt musty, the colour was a dull brown. A shelf of books stood by the corner, on the side table were some old newspapers stacked neatly together

“ Time is precious, Aunty H. A Queen cannot afford to lose even the slightest of a second.” The woman she refered to as ‘Aunty H’ had to prevent herself from grinning, after having gotten very much used to that type of behavior but she knew she couldn't laugh even if she wanted to. Not that the daughter of the Sinclair Manor would have her fired but simply because she felt sorry for her. She was known as Hortense Parker and everyone in the manor, including Bianca's parents, called her Mrs. Parker except for Bianca of course. After she was done with her ‘speech’, Bianca turned to her breakfast and gasped.

She rode her car and speed off to the Eastwood's mansion for ten minutes. The moment she stepped out, she dared not to be amazed with how big and fairytale looking it was, she ran towards the gate and asked the guard. "Please tell Marcus Eastwood, I need to talk to him! I am Bea Cor- Bea!" She didn't continued telling her surname, or else she might not be even announced knowing that her family is now being screwed by the public. Marcus just got out of the jacuzzi when he was disturbed by a maid telling Bea's request, he knew she will come so he nodded and told them to let her in.

Karen groaned as they made they are way out the door . In a mansion filled with young beautiful women, a mother stood with an expensive wine in a glass cup smiling at the Young maid shedding tears. She transferred all her attention on the girl weeping underneath her heels she pressed it further on the maid face as she kept screaming for mercy. "Next time I request for something light and you bring something heavy to me consider yourself dead understand?" "yes ma'am" the other maids bowed with fear UNISON. "Now get lost" Mrs Becker star thundered.