Chapter Thirty Three

Four Weeks Later.

Getting down at her bus stop, Beatrice started humming to her favourite song as took steps towards her apartment which was just a nine-minute walk from there.

It was late and she couldn't wait to get settled for the night. She bought dinner on her way to avoid cooking so the plan was to take a shower, eat, probably watch a movie, and have a long sleep since the next day was her day off.

Hardly had Beatrice entered her apartment and gotten settled when her phone buzzed in her bag. She reached for it, frowned at the unknown caller ID, but picked up the call anyway.

"Good evening, Ma. Am I on to Miss Beatrice?"

"Good evening, I'm Beatrice. How may I help you?" She responded in confusion as it was so hard to witness an unsaved caller talking with so much respect.

"Oh, good. I called to ask when you will be available to come take your measurements for your dress and also discuss the style you want. We are ready to show you all of our best designs from our catalogs."