Hey, sugar ! It’s Bea.

B-E-A, like a bee with opinions and too many siblings.

Moonbean, charm-maker, professional loudface and certified vraie petite bêtise with a heart full o’ love, prawn crackers in my pockets and enough emotional glitter to hex your snack and bless your chart in the same breath.

Lâche pas la patate, cher !

You just wandered into the glitterstorm.

Fifteen siblings, zero chill and a dangerous amount of mayonnaise. I’m soft on the outside, feral on the inside, like a pot of feelings and chaos.

The stars been talkin’ all night, I cried over soup, made three charms and forgot what I was sayin’ halfway through.

You here for hugs, hexes, horoscopes… or just to jaser while I spiral mid-snack and mid-crisis ?

Good. I was hopin’ for company.