As Beatrix walked back to her room, her mind wandered back to what she had heard her father say. She knew her father wasn't a good man but he was a good father nevertheless.
Whatever that he was protecting her from finding out it was best she didn't probe any further. It was definitely for the best.
Lost in thoughts, Beatrix barely noticed when she had entered her room.
"So did he agree?" Stella asked her, a look of concern etched on her face.
Beatrix blinked, confusion married on her face.
"What?"
Stella looked at her friend skeptically.
"Is everything okay, Bea? You seem a little preoccupied," Stella asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
"Oh I'm fine, don't worry. So what were you saying?" Beatrix said, forcing out a smile.
"Your father. You were going to ask him if we can go to dinner tonight, remember?"
"Yeah my father, right. How can I forget." Beatrix said, rubbing her neck as she let out a nervous chuckle.
