Once upon a time, there was a woman called Beatrice. Beatrice was a beautiful young lady. Her hair was as golden as the sun, her lips as red as rubies, and her eyes as blue as the sea. She was hardworking, independent and daring. And also a lone mother of a young boy whom she loved very much.
One night she tucked her son into bed, and after singing a lullaby to him, she received a phone call from her best friend informing her that there was a nice party at the port tonight.
The port was walking distance and Beatrice wanted to go but had none to babysit. She sat on her couch and thought about what to do. In about 15 minutes time, she slept off and had a dream about going to the port. It was a splash of beauty engulfed in her imaginations which was cut short when she suddenly woke up.
She saw a fairy Godmother standing right in front of her. The Fairy Godmother said;
“You are supposed to be at that party, and you know it girl.”
The godmother snapped her fingers and Beatrice clothes turned into a spotless and elegant outfit. She looked breathtaking. Her favorite accessory was a glamourous black bag with golden accents. Beatrice was taken by a sudden feeling of royalty and hugging the purse she said thank you.
The godmother smiled and said: “Yes, it’s beautiful, and it’s handmade”.
Then Beatrice’s face suddenly turned sad.
“I would love to go to the party, but I have no sitter.”
The godmother sighed with a nagging sound and said;
“Fine, I’ll babysit, but don’t come later than midnight.”
Beatrice then went to the party with her friend and had a blast. Later on that night, she happened to lock eyes with the hottest guy she had ever seen.
They immediately clicked and time flew by from then and on. Before she knew it, it was late, and she needed to go. She ran out of the club and forgot her purse. The man’s only clue about her was her bag which weirdly had no identification of who she was.
The next day, he went into town trying the bag on every beautiful woman in the city, but he couldn’t find her. The godmother, amused by Beatrice’s forgetfulness, showed up to him:
“So, you’re the reason she was late last night? Ok, I get it, you’re handsome and charming and all. Here’s her number but don’t show up without her bag or you’ll piss her off.”
He thanked the fairy Godmother and made his way to see Beatrice.
When they met again, he gave her the beautiful bag and said:
‘A purse made for a real queen’
and gave her the royal kiss they had both dreamed of so very much.
He then asked a totally unexpected question:
“Beatrice, would you marry me?”
She laughed and laughed and laughed and she said NO
And they lived happily ever after.