Willy Wonka Mrs Beauregarde Novels & Stories

She walks to the door, opens it to see a woman elegantly dressed , behind her are three ladies wearing a white shirt , muffler and black skirt on flat shoes whom she assumed are maids “ Hello , how may I help you ? ” Old Nanny asked politely “ I am Mrs Sloan Williams Brookes , Vanessa's mother ”

I just hope it was enough for us, Becca mused before the butler came into the library as Becca was looking at her rings. "Milady, there is someone that wanted to see you. Do you want to meet them?'' The butler asked Becca before she was snapping her head to the door. She closed the book that she was reading before she stood up from the divan. Her skirts rustled. "Who are them?" She asked before she was putting the book on the bookshelves before the guest was coming into the room. Becca blinked before the young queen of Niapachad Island was smiling at her.

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.

“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.

The older woman chuckled. Becca snapped her lips together, quickly composing herself. “I’m sorry, Ms. Wilder. I guess I expected someone a little more—” She searched for a polite word. “Drab?” The older woman laughed and then held out her hand toward a table set with three glasses of champagne. “Please, take a seat. And call me Gerri.” Becca slipped into a chair, not quite sure what to make of the third glass at the conspicuously empty seat. “Are you expecting someone else?”

The house has a vintage yet modern feeling to it. "Mama do you know where I put my curling iron?" Becca screams from the top. "I'll be right down with you sweetie, let me go and help your date up there before she loses her mind" the older woman laughs as she goes up the stairs. 5 minutes pass and I hear foot steps coming down the stairs. "She'll be down in a bit. Oh and I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Maria, Becca's grandmother" she says taking my hand.

Could the woman never think of anyone other than herself? “Right, well we were on our way downstairs to see what Mrs. Garrett has for breakfast.” “Mrs. Garrett is here?” Barry asked, looking at Becky. Becky nodded. “She wanted to make a special birthday breakfast for Abby.” “Excellent,” Barry said, swinging Abby around again and making the birthday girl giggle. Becky led the way downstairs, with Barry and Abby following. Heather disappeared back into her bedroom and slammed the door. The closer they got to the kitchen, they could smell the delicious aroma of bacon sizzling on the grill.

“Yes, yes, that’s all well and good,” she said, waving her hand like she was trying to wave away the last few words I had said. “Come inside and I’ll tell you about some interesting investments. I’m sure you will agree they’ll be worth your time.” I followed her into the house. The butler stayed at the door, closing it behind us. Despite Adelaide’s apparent friendliness toward me, Beauregard remained cold.

Becca said, pulling out her phone, "we need to figure out how to close that door. Which means I need to talk to my mother and probably Mrs. Wonders. But we can't let Zeoling know what we're doing." “Mrs. Wonders?" I asked. "She owns the antique shop in town," Sam supplied. "She's really creepy, but people say she knows things. Like, supernatural things. Most people think she's crazy." “I think she’s crazy”, I found myself saying. "Or she actually knows what she's talking about and everyone's been dismissing her as crazy," Becca said. "She must definetely know something about this Zeoling entity. Who knows, there might even be a connection we are not seeing"

Regardless, I swiped on the answer button as I stepped out of the car. “Good day, Miss Emily. My name is Becca from Aurora gifts and confectionery,” A lady's voice came from the other end. “You have a package from someone. Would you mind assisting me with your address?” “A package from someone? Who could that be?” I muttered to myself, but Becca heard it. “It's a surprise, ma,” She replied. “How about the address, miss?” “One sec, please,” I said, cupping my hand over the loudspeaker. “Janine, have you heard of Aurora gifts and confectionery before?”