Bella POV
We seem to be moving backwards through Alice’s memories. We bypassed the next memory completely, and I am so grateful to grandpa. It was a memory of the night before, where Alice and Pierre were f*****g like animals in heat. I will never be able to unsee that. I felt like washing my eyes out with bleach. The next memory is of Alice picking some herbs outside in a cute little garden.
We managed to see the surrounding terrain, and she seemed to be somewhere on a mountain top. The view is amazing. I have to give her that. But what happened in the next memory, gave us exactly what we needed. Pierre came back from outside and handed Alice a branded brown bag. “Only you would hide out close to your favorite bakery,” Pierre says and chuckles. “They do make the best beignets. Almost a
