Beatrice

(7.) Newly

Beatrice's POV

I woke up on a couch. The same couch I...ugh. I felt gross. I don't know why. Maybe because I really liked it. I didn't want to like it, but I did.

Louis left me, bogus. Ms. Lily was gone typical. I was so sidetracked with who left the house I forgot to pay attention to who was still inside. The owner of this house. Lestat.

I didn't see him anywhere, so I assumed he was upstairs. I prayed he was asleep so I could get out of this residence without having to move my tongue to speak.

I was never a sneaky person, I never snuck out to gatherings or parties when I was a teen because I physically could not. I was too clumsy. Unfortunately, I never grew out of that phase.

When I tried to pick up my underwear under a side table next to the couch I hit the back of my head on it trying to get back up. When I did I almost knocked over a glass, but I caught it. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

I gathered up all my clothes and I started to put on my bra. Every step I took made it seem like I was 100 pound heavier than I was. The creaking of the floor boards were plotting my downfall in this situation. My face scrunched at every move I made. I finally clip on my bra and I exhale. I start to turn around to get my underwear.

"Leaving so soon?" Lestat says.

"AH FUCK!" I scream, throwing my underwear at him. It hits his face then falls to the floor. He has an annoyed look on his face with his arms crossed as he's leaning on the back of the couch I was previously sleeping on.

I clear my throat and get my composure back, then realizing that I only have a bra on and I cover my private area. Lestat laugh abruptly and I tilt my head and glare at him in confusion.

"What?" I asked, with an annoyed and angry expression on my face.

"You women these days confuse me. What are you covering up? You act like I haven't seen it already, pour l'amour de la Dieu. Like I haven't tasted it, mm." He jokes and teases, still laughing. I walk up to him and grab my underwear from where it fell next near him and put them on.

"I don't find that funny." I reply, putting on the rest of my clothes.

"Don't put on that nonchalant act now, you have already made a full of yourself." He says, laughing some more, wheezing this time. I scoff.

I grab my purse, and I head towards the front door.

"Wait, care to stay for breakfast?" Lestat asks while I reach out my hand to the door handle.

I slowly look back, "No." I say and open the door. He quickly gets behind me and closes the door. I groan in annoyance. "Release me, please." I demand.

"Just one coffee." He says.

"No! I'm already thirty minutes late to my sister's wedding reception!" I yell, moving his hand out the way of the door. He puts it back.

"The receptions are the most boring part of weddings anyway." Lestat says, smirking. My expression doesn't change. I move his hand out the way and leave. I hear him sigh and grumble as I walk out the door.

Lestat was right, wedding receptions are boring. I wasn't going to one though. I had a date with this fine gentleman. He was white, tall, and handsome. French too.

III person POV

As the night came, Beatrice got ready for her date. She put on a tight fit dress, showing some of her cleavage, put on her pearl necklace and earrings, then put her locs in a high bun.