Beatrice’s POV
You could say that I was nervous when it came time to meet Declan. Beau would’ve had a fit if he knew that I was interested in one of his best friends. He’s weird like that. It’s not like I did anything wrong when we were children, I just happen to tell him that I wished he was never my brother. That’s typical teenage angst.
I was seated already when Declan came to the front of the restaurant. I assumed he couldn’t recognize me, or didn’t, with my hair done up and makeup on. Truth be told I tend to look like a different person when I’m glammed up. He spoke with the host, assuming to ask for our table, or where I was sitting. I had made the reservation myself. The way he moved around the room, maneuvering between the tables and chairs. He was elegant. I couldn’t remember a
