Novel & Cerita Willy Wonka Mrs Beauregarde

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.

"I love you both. The same!" Becca felt satisfied. She stuck her tongue out at Bella and said, "You hear that? She loves US!" "Equally!" Bella added. "That's enough, you two!" A woman called out as she descended from the stairs. She looked to be in her fifties and had a face that resembled the old lady so much. Her eyes had a certain hint of pride and warmth in them as she walked towards Eleanor. She was Zara, Eleanor's aunt. "Mum!" Becca and Bella called resignedly, but she only ignored them.

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 ”

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"

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.