Hello, Erenate, thought Beatrice Twiddle. He walked carefully down the road as he looked around, observing the people of the kingdom. In the distance she could see a crowd of girls her age screaming and jumping up and down outside the royal castle. Huh, he wondered. What are they so excited about? She looked at her best friend, Delila Butterfly, who didn't respond, and decided to quicken her pace. He soon joined the group of eager and eager women. "What happens?" she asked curiously. Two of them turned and laughed, "Don't you know anything?" one of them smiled. “Oh, don't worry about her. Sir Connor O'Rollin is looking for a personal maid!” the other smiled. "Sir Connor O'-Who?" Beatrice repeated in an absent voice. “Ugh, you're new here, right? He's just THE BEST PERSON TO HAVE EVER LIVED! He's a gentleman and he's absolutely attractive!” the first girl fainted. «Anyway, you're looking for a personal maid. This means you can be with him 24 hours a day, seven days a week!” “Well, thanks for telling me all this information,” Beatrice nodded and left. «What do you think, Delila? I came here for a new start, anyway. Maybe I should apply for the job?” “I flew to the announcement banner while those girls were talking to you, Bea,” Delila said. 'Tomorrow morning you'll start looking for your maid. Do it!"********************************************* ** *******************************“Hi, my name is Beatrice Twiddle. I'm from the kingdom of Trensawt I work first, but I am very responsible and reliable,” Beatrice said to the handsome knight. "Okay, you got the job. I'm too fabulous to waste my time listening to the same girls who dress up for another chance to get hired. Only one... half the paper... was fake." "Excuse me? Delila, I mean mom, are you saying this thing was a test? My whole life I've been living a lie? How could you?" Elizabeth asked, hurt. “Well, you see, I've been teaching you magic since you were a child, Lizzie. It was prophesied that a female O'Rollin would become a great sorceress. Now we know it's true! You are the great wizard, darling, you are!" "I am?" repeated Elizabeth in disbelief. The two hugged each other and cried with joy. "I love you, mother," she whispered. "Ready? The handsome knight is here! Don't forget to your son and your brother,” Connor chimed in. The mother and daughter laughed and let him hug her. “You know,” he said, “Beaty may be a powerful sorceress, but I'm still a womanizer!” IT'S BEAUTY!!!”