After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
It's been a week since the Cinema incident and I hadn't had a lot of encounters with any of the Shelby's. Sometimes when I was sitting in the Garrison to work there, they'd come inside and give me a quick nod.
Therefore I made a lot of progress with my collection of designs, I was missing a single dress and still had about five days left, until I had to turn the collection in for Joanne.
On top of that it seemed like I made a new friend in Grace, as she often sat with me, when I brought my designs to the Garrison to work there and gave me inspiration or made suggestions for fabric or embroideries.
I honestly wasn't expecting myself to take a liking in her, since I wasn't a big fan of her in the series.
Not to mention her singing.
When I was still living in the 21th century, I was obsessed with music, you would barely ever see me somewhere without headphones in my ears, but now that wasn't possible anymore and I honestly missed the music.
When it was still early and I was the only one in the garrison, she would often sing quietly to herself while cleaning glasses and I would ask her to sing louder.
It was Monday and Maddie and I were about to wrap up in the shop.
"Hey Belle, do you want to join me for a drink in the Garrison?"
Without much thinking I agreed and we put on our coats and locked the shop.
"How is it going with your designs? Don't you need to send them in soon?"
"Oh it's going well, I am only missing one dress, I should be done by tomorrow night."
"And do you have one you want to wear at the gala?"
She asked me excited. Wait what?
What gala was she talking about?
And why would I attend a gala?
She has probably noticed my confused expression, since her face turned into a surprised expression.
"Has Joanne not told you about the gala?"
"I am afraid she hasn't, what gala are you talking about?"
I couldn't suppress a nervous chuckle.
"Oh that's typical aunt Joanne. I think she told you about those galas in London that we are supposed to attend in her name? Yea well, this is one of them. It's in three weeks, in London, hosted by some kind of artist.. what was his name again.. well anyways, we are supposed to attend it, presenting a few pieces of your collection."
