CHAPTER II BEATRICE

Beatrice stood out among the others in the meeting room, exuding an undeniable charisma that seemed to fill the air. The room itself was hushed, with an undercurrent of tension and unease. It is a well-known fact among the people here that Beatrice has a condition, yet unfortunately, there are those who hold a disdainful attitude towards her.

Beatrice Van Whiteloe, a distinguished figure, proudly holds the position of representative for "Windmill Melody," the esteemed musical instrument manufacturer based in the enchanting city of Amsterdam. With a reputation that precedes her, Beatrice stands as a symbol of excellence and innovation in the industry. Hans Van Jorgen, the infamous figure behind "Soothies Wine," is a character that Tris holds a deep disdain for. However, there is no denying the widespread recognition he has garnered for his exceptional wine-making abilities. Jeremy De Bosch, the proud owner of "Gouden Rollen," possesses an exceptional talent for crafting exquisite garments that have gained widespread recognition throughout Europe. His creations are not only of the highest quality, but also bear the signature style that has made him a revered figure in the world of fashion.

Then there's intriguing character, a man who goes by the name of Dennie and owns a restaurant called "De Hongerige dief." This enigmatic individual, who happens to be around the same age as Beatrice, has managed to capture the attention and spark conversations among people all across the Netherlands. At long last, Vanesha Van Helen, Beatrice's role model and a woman of great influence in the prestigious "Rotter.corp," which manages a vast portfolio of hotels and buildings throughout the Netherlands, including the very building where they used to gather, summoned the four of them to organise a grand Luxury Charity Ball.

"Mrs. Vanesha," Dennie start the meeting.

"I am eager to hear your vision for the culinary experience we will create for the grand event that will captivate the entire Netherlands. Please share with me the types of dishes that will delight and satisfy the discerning palates of our esteemed guests." A cascade of chestnut locks framed her face, adding warmth and depth to her features. Dennie embarked on his enquiry, his mind filled with curiosity and a thirst for knowledge.

"Dennie, you possess an uncanny ability to understand what captivates my attention." Vanesha said with a hint of admiration in her voice.

"I was wondering if Mr. Hans could perhaps offer some suggestions on which wine would be most fitting for this particular event?"

"The upcoming Luxury Charity Ball promises to be a perfect fit for our branch in the picturesque Betuwe region, known for its stunning Betuws Wijndomein, Vanesha. The event will exude an air of elegance and sophistication, providing an ideal setting for our esteemed guests to come together for a noble cause."

"Do you truly mean that Hans?" she asked, her voice filled with a glad.

"Yes Vanesha, everthing is according to my plan"

"Then what about the theme jeremy?" Vanesha eyes give attention to Jeremy.

"Do not fret, Mrs. Vanesha, for my fellow, who have been gallivanting through the charming streets of France, shall return to us this very week, also how about considering a theme that embraces simplicity, with a subtle and refined aesthetic?"

"Jeremy, as I've come to anticipate, I'm eagerly awaiting the delightful surprise that you never fail to deliver," she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Certainly, my Madam, I have acquired a repertoire of enchanting magic tricks that are sure to leave you utterly spellbound" Jeremy exclaimed with a twinkle in his eye.

Beatrice maintained a captivating facade, concealing any signs of unease that still lingered within her whenever she found herself in the presence of Vanesha. With undeniable talent and grace, Beatrice effortlessly navigates through life, basking in the opulence that Hendrik provides. Her remarkable talent lies in her uncanny ability to swiftly adapt to any given situation.

"I'm curious, about Beatrice's thoughts on the musical accompaniment for the event?" the dark eye with thin lips Vanesha ask Beatrice.

"I have a suggestion, what if we were to include Mrs. Venesha's exquisite harp instrument into the event?" Beatrice began, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Why you think so Beatrice?" Jeremy asked.

"In my opinion Mr. Jeremy harp would undoubtedly be a It would be wonderful in this event with a touch of elegance and traditionalism"

Beatrice imagine the sheer brilliance that would unfold if the enchanting melody of the piano gracefully resonated from start to finish. The very thought of it evokes a sense of awe and wonder, as if the music itself could breathe life into every moment, infusing it with a touch of magic. Such a captivating symphony would undoubtedly elevate the entire experience, weaving a tapestry of emotions and captivating the hearts of all who bear witness.

"It raises the question of why Hendrik chose to entrust such momentous decisions to this young princess, was she suggesting that we should blindly obey Apollo without question?" Hans abruptly interrupted the conversation, crossing his arms.

"Please, Mr. Hans, let's not be too harsh on her, after all, Beatrice has recently bid farewell to her lavish Whiteloe palace."  Dennie said with a touch of sarcasm.

"Gentlemen, I kindly request your attention," jeremy said, his voice carrying across the room.

"Your current behaviour, resembles that of cunning alpine apes rather than that of distinguished businesspeople."  Jeremy remarked with a touch of cynicism with his comment, he skilfully diffused the tense atmosphere.

Beatrice observed Venesha with a hint of scepticism, her doubts lingering beneath the surface. However, she made a conscious effort to conceal any signs of annoyance that threatened to betray her true feelings. As Beatrice contemplated the scene before her, a wave of revulsion crashed over her like a relentless tide. In that moment, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the fact that she would be spared from enduring the incessant and grating chatter of the seagulls.

"Hmm, Beatrice, your idea is not bad at all, but what about piano? It's okay that I request it?"

"I would be more than willing to reconsider, miss," Beatrice replied with a warm smile, her face displaying a steadfast resolve.

Beatrice's knowledge of the past is limited to what her father has shared with her. According to him, Vanesha and her mother were once inseparable friends, their bond seemingly unbreakable. However, tragedy struck when Tris' mother passed away, forever altering the dynamics of their relationship. Beatrice held Vanesha in high regard, her admiration for her friend evident in her every interaction. However, when it came to suggesting a performer for the upcoming event, Beatrice hesitated. She didn't want to risk dampening Vanesha's expectations, especially considering the constraints she herself was facing at the moment.

"I eagerly anticipate receiving positive updates, Beatrice," she said with a hopeful tone.

Hours had passed since Jenna had taken her seat in the room, patiently awaiting Beatrice's arrival. Finally, the door swung open, and Beatrice entered, her eyes falling upon Jenna, who sat there, sipping her tea. A hint of annoyance played across Beatrice's face as she took in the scene.

"Is Mr. Hans once again engaging in his usual mischievous antics?"

"Jenn, let's not dwell on that elderly any longer. It's time for us to head home and indulge in a delightful glass of wine."

"Would you like to make a detour and indulge in some delectable local snacks, Tris?"

"Jenn, you are truly the most incredible friend I have ever had in my entire life." Beatrice said, her voice filled with genuine affection.

In a world filled with the sky bid its farewell, it made the decision to embark on a journey alongside them, back to the enchanting city of Amsterdam. Tris couldn't resist the urge to roll down her car window, allowing the crisp winter air to fill the cabin. As she did, a breathtaking sight unfolded before her eyes - a frozen canal, its surface adorned with a flawless blanket of snow. The scene was nothing short of magical, with the glistening white expanse stretching out as far as the eye could see. Tris couldn't help but be captivated by the serene beauty that surrounded her. In the soft embrace of the afternoon and the mysterious depths of the night, a vast expanse of memories unfurls, enveloping the realm of dreams. Jenn gently placed her hand on Tris' thigh, barely making contact.

"Tris, I think it would be wise for you to close the window, I wouldn't want you to catch a cold." she said with concern.

"Oh, so now you believe you possess the authority to take charge?" With a hint of sarcasm, Beatrice uttered.

"Tris, considering how packed your schedule is, I genuinely don't want you to fall ill."

"Jenn, I must admit that at times, your conversations can lack a certain excitement, putting that aside for a moment, I find myself still uncertain about what gift would truly delight my father this year."

"Have you ever considered the idea of bringing a stunning bouquet of flowers? Picture it - a carefully arranged collection of vibrant blooms, each petal delicately unfurling to reveal its unique beauty" After a brief pause, Jenna shifted her gaze towards Beatrice, her movements almost imperceptible.

"So, why not indulge in the simple pleasure of presenting a beautiful flower bouquet? There is a belief that presenting a flower bouquet to someone special, be it a significant other or a lover, holds a deeper significance compared to giving them jewelry"  Jenna continue.

"Hmm, lover, a phrase that hasn't graced my ears in quite some time, Is it truly acceptable to give such inexpensive gifts?" Beatrice chuckled softly, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

"Jenn, your suggestion doesn't sound too shabby I believe I will give it a try so, which flowers, now, do you believe would be the most fitting for us to purchase?"

"I'm not sure, Tris," Jenna said, pondering for a moment.

"Perhaps it would be a splendid idea for me to accompany you on a little adventure to Kalverstraat There, we can seek out the renowned florist, and discover the most exquisite flowers she has to offer."

"Oh, really? In that case, perhaps we could make our way to Kalverstraat now before going home" Beatrice exclaimed, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

"There, we could take our time to marvel at the exquisite array of flowers on display, carefully selecting the most beautiful ones to bring back with us before dark."

"Absolutely Tris, rest assured I will inform the owner"