Stylist's Day Off on the Beach

Nancy was giving the outfit on the mannequin its finishing touches, while her boss and well-known stylist in the town, for whom she has inner romantic feelings, that she was keeping since the day one, when she met her and asked for a job after her graduation in the college and almost sex change in Thailand, Beatrice or how everybody in the town professionally called her, Miss Hiltenbrooke, or how she was calling her, Bea, was talking with her recent client and weapons business empire heiress from Crookersfield, who owns a mansion in their hometown of Santo Christoforo's suburbs, Mirabella Steelworthson, that her outfit was ready and she can pick it up tomorrow.

"Yeah, I know that the outfit you've requested was rich and glamourous and it's required for your father's sixty-eighth birthday party in the town, but while we speaking, my assistant Nancy is giving it it's finishing touches." Beatrice said with a serious and professional tone.

"Assistant? I thought that you always worked alone!" Mirabella shockingly said through the phone.

"Well, I'm full of surprises, but, you know, working alone is sometimes uneasy and boring, due to a lack of a good companion, who is always ready to hear you out, help you and assist in your everyday needs. Anyway, your outfit is ready and you can pick it up tomorrow morning." Beatrice reassured Mirabella and said that her outfit is ready and she can pick it up.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Hiltenbrooke, I'll come over and pick it up at your apartment tomorrow and leave to my dad's birthday party." Mirabella said with the joy in her voice.

"Alright, goodbye then. See you tomorrow at 9 AM sharp, in my apartment." Beatrice said with a small sign of relief, that concealed her irritation at her client.

"Okay, goodbye." Mirabella said gleefully and ended the phone call.

After a phone call, Beatrice felt herself irritated with Mirabella's niceness, mainly because she knew that she was spoiled rich girl from the big city called Crookersfield and has rich parents, who also have a pompous mansion in the city's suburbs, that the local Mafia's members didn't decided to burn down in order to evict her out of the town, due to her father's one-time connections with them and tight connections with the big city's criminal underworld, especially the Veliacci crime family, who dominated there, with their Don, Stefano Veliacci, being the most powerful crime lord in the said city.

Suddenly, Nancy has spoken her idea in a calmful tone, as she put her hands on Beatrice's shoulders.

"Don't worry, Bea. Once that girl gets her dress tomorrow, we'll have ourselves a day off on the city's beach, in order to relieve the stress from you."

Beatrice calms down and silently agrees to Nancy's idea with a smile, as she looks at the mirror and sees her own reflection.

She has a red hair and a short haircut, 5 feet and 7 inches in height and 132 pounds in weight, diamond-shaped face, red lips, reddish-brown eyes, moderate ears and pointy, almost beak-like, nose.

She was known for being mostly dressed in silver-coloured and almost sexually exposing clothing and footwear, as well as the black-red-and-white striped dress, her iconic black dress and boots and the trademark sunglasses with light yellow lenses, black and gold double necklace, a pair of silver bracelets on each hand, black and gold rectangle-shaped purse and black rhombus-shaped earrings, that she constantly wore, but today, she is wearing a pair of red sneakers, tight red yoga pants and red sporty top, due to her recently visiting the yoga class, in order to calm down her nerves and increase her flexibility for something that even Nancy, her past contacts, her fans or random citizens of Santo Christoforo doesn't know or care about it.