<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>Lady Beatrice linked arms with Lily as she walked to the guest room.  Whatever sterile congenial room it had once been was now transformed to warm and welcoming.  It was complete with the rocker and foot stool from the front room.<br/><br/>“I find men fascinating don’t you,” She said as she placed the piece of luggage she called a handbag on the bed.<br/><br/>The apron off, she reached for one particular hat box among the several as if she had planned to stay for a while. She stood before the mirror with the stunning Belfry Getaway Raffia in her hands. A bonnet style that had sheik and elegant written all over it. She spoke of her plans as she placed it on her head.<br/>“I should imagine you’ve seen his wardrobe. Shocking really.” Lady Beatrice said as she turned back to the bed and her purse.<br/><br/>“Not a decent tie in the lot,” she said with a click of her tongue.<br/><br/>She slung the purse straps over one shoulder and held out her hand to Lily.<br/><br/>“I should imagine they are finished,” She commented about the men in cleaning up.<br/><br/>“Let’s go collect our escorts shall we?” Her eyes glistening with mischief.<br/><br/>“Do you sing then?”<br/><br/>