Beatrice's pov

As I walked through the crowded streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I knew that I had messed up and that my stepfather would be angry when he found out. So when I accidentally bumped into him on the street, I braced myself for the worst.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled, his face turning red with anger. "You know I lost my job today, and I have a feeling you had something to do with it."

I couldn't deny that I had played a role in his job loss, but I didn't want to make things...