Chapter 291

Rosalie's POV:

"Oh my, you are up early," my mother said when she entered the kitchen in her wheelchair.

"Yep, I rarely oversleep," I answered, then kept quiet, thinking back on my encounter with Beatrix.

Was she hot? Totally! Was she my type? Obviously.

I was a full-on lesbian, or at least that's what I thought. Although I had no interest in men, that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate a good-