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Chapter 12 happens to be one of my only memories that encompasses everything about Beatrice that I loved.
"Really?" Beatrice was deeply interested.
"Yes, I'm thinking this would be the perfect place for the manor."
Lemony hid his surprise of Beatrice finding him. I have figured she would have been caught up with the veritable French diner taking care of all the very false documents concerning me in the Daily Punctilio. Leave it to me to underestimate my Beatrice. She was quiet the puzzle solver, Lemony watched her carelessly reassemble an ancient Inca cup that he had been working on for months.
"So I was um…wondering when you'd get done here." Beatrice started, "Wondering?" Snicket lit two more lamps to create more light in the humble shack.
Beatrice became nervous as she often did,
"I didn't want to get married without you there because everyone would come and they'd ask where you were and I'd be all confused because I wouldn't know how to tell them you ran off because you were secretly mad at me! I would end up crying because I wouldn't know how to say it all, and only the guests are suppose to cry at a wedding!" "Be!" Lemony covered her mouth with his slim hand.
She blinked a few times, tear drops caught in her eyelashes. Lemony had almost forgotten how attached Beatrice was and how determined she was to make everyone happy. The Dutch disguised woman reached up and removed his hand but held its chilly skin between hers. Lemony looked down, "Please, you don't have to tell me why I made you angry just come to my wedding be my friend, my best friend, I won't bother you for the next seven years! I just want you to be around me, you're so special to me Lemony! It wouldn't be a wedding without you." Beatrice cried, Lemony pulled his hand away.
How could I say no after she had gone through so much to find me? I may have been hurting but it was hurting her too. Lemony didn't want to hurt Beatrice. "Okay let's go together." He answered softly.
A moment…