Beatrice sat at her desk in the middle of the night, feverishly scratching her pen across the paper. The flicker of a candle cast shadows on her face as she furrowed her brow in concentration.
She had been feeling sick since her meeting with Edward. The disgust she felt for him and her mother was overwhelming, but she knew that she needed all of the details on her path to revenge.
'I needed to do this! You can do it Beatrice" she cheered for herself.
The memory of Edward's confession made Beatrice's stomach churn, and she had to pause from writing for a moment to catch her breath. She could feel her pulse quickening as she recalled the details of the affair.
Thanks to the detailed story that Edward provided, the image of Edward and her mother entwined in passion in a room was burned into her mind.
