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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍.
﹙ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 ﹚
࿐ ࿔ ✧˖*°
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Beverly had a clipboard in hand, descending downstairs after checking in with the contestants to see they were almost ready. The blonde rolled her eyes walking over to a table where some girl, that she didn't care enough to know the name of, was arranging some flowers. She took the flowers from her hands, arranged them to her liking before strutting away.
"No, no, no!" Beverly snapped, stopping in front of a girl putting bright pink flowers a few feet away from the entrance, "What did I say? Flashy colours go in the back, the front is about simple things."
The brunette nodded, picking up the vase and walking around the mansion to the back, "Amateurs," She shook her head, turning around before pumping into another vase, much bigger, "Who in their bloody mind put this monstrosity here?"
A little shaken up, a girl raised her hand coming up, "I did, Miss Hills."
"I didn't buy this, so what hell did it crawl out of?"
"Ah, Lauren Beaumont bought it. She won last year and wanted to help," She shrugged, explaining.
Beverly took in a deep breath, closing her eyes before reopening them with a smile on her face, "Put it in—"
"The back, I know," The girl interjected, rolling her eyes.
"No, no. Firstly, you don't get to cut me off, in fact,...no one gets to cut me off," Beverly shook her head, raising her index finger in the girl's face, "Secondly, put it in the garbage, two streets away. Move, now."
