Bea
Bea adjusted her wig and double-checked her makeup. Yup. She had officially become her mother. The simple black dress with the pleated skirt that hung to her ankles and the functional flat heels and thrift store handbag finished her costume.
Never one to skimp on the details, Bea spritzed rose water perfume on her wrists and neck. She was tempted to carry a Holy Bible but then thought better of it. The Bible might be overkill.
By the time Father DiMarco texted Anya's arrival, Bea was giddy with glee. This was going to be so much fun.
She tamped down her excitement and practiced one last scowl in the mirror. Frowning didn't come naturally to her.
Father DiMarco was entertaining Anya in his office when Bea arrived with a tray of coffee and cookies. Father DiMarco made introductions while Bea served the coffee.
And now it began.
