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...
The next morning I was, why so ever, in a very good mood. Waking up to sunlight in my face and for once in a while not face planting myself with the first step into the new day, I might actually praise this day, as a good day.
Humming the Beatles 'Yellow Submarine' and drinking some freshly brewed coffee I waltzed through my rooms on the way to my closet.
Halfway there, I held one arm out of the open bedroom window so I could tell how warm it was outside. Spring is coming. I might not even need a coat this morning, if I wear something with long sleeves.
Hmm Dress or Skirt.. design or plain... I probably stood in front of the open wardrobe for a good ten minutes, just staring in to it, sipping my coffee creating different outfits inside of my head.
In the end I decided on a simple pale green dress. Like usual I didn't quite fit into the early 20s dress style, since formfitting clothes wouldn't come back in style for the next nine or ten years.
Satisfied with my outfit I quickly combed through my hair and declared myself as ready.
And once again I stuck my head out of the window to be able to see the church towers clock.
Nine o'five.
Was it maybe too early to visit the second youngest Shelby? After a second of thinking I came to the conclusion that he should be up by now, after all he still had to bring his kids to school and go to "work" himself.
Tomorrow was Friday. The Friday on which Tommy would meet up with Inspector Campell. Should I.. No, no I shouldn't get involved, that's really non of my business..
With a sigh I tied my heeled boots and stepped out of the door.
Outside the fresh wind hit my face together with the constant smell of smoke but also the lovely smell of freshly baked pastries. Hmm Apple pie.
I am sure John wouldn't mind some fresh Apple pastries for brunch, maybe his kids also want some when they get home..
With a determined smile I made my way to the bakery a few houses down the street. Through the window you could already see some example Pies and Breads, so as several kinds of Buns.
A bell above the door signalised my entrance and inside the smell of cinnamon and bread got even stronger.
