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 was as if Madeline was wearing a mask. Her usually constant bright smile was replaced by a confident maybe even arrogant expression. With my chin up and a slightly assertive smile on my face I tried to copy her posture and presence.
The saying 'fake it till you make it', really had some truth behind it, because I instantly felt more comfortable and not so blatantly out of place.
Maddy handed the white square form card over to the Maitre d'
He quickly read through it, before returning it and pointing to one of his colleagues with a very extravagant hand movement.
The both of us just nodded in polite manner and his colleague guided us through the entry hall.
Meanwhile I tried my hardest not to stare at everything with a wide open mouth.
Especially the golden ceiling and the pompous chandeliers, which reflected the light of the room and threw small points of it everywhere. Everything looked just like a 19th century victorian ball room. While the center of the room was kept empty, there were rows of standing tables and behind them round seating arrangements. In the very front there was a stage and right in front of it many chairs accompanied by music stands. Not to mention the many easels on the left side of the room.
It seemed like we're were some of the last guests to arrive, since the room was packed and filled with chatter and high pitched laughter.
Great..I hated being late, and yet I never ever seem to manage to arrive somewhere on time.
Well whatever, they say fashionably late for a reason. Even though not many people looked up from their conversations, I could definitely feel one or two pairs of eyes on me.
To be honest, I was still just copying Maddie's confidence, which was through the roof. If this was in a TV show or even a fan edit, this would totally be the moment where the main character walks into a room in slow motion with some powerful music in the background.
"Your table, Mesdames."
The man who guided us to our table, quickly bowed before hastily returning back to the entrance. With all the posh politeness it suddenly didn't feel like the 1920s anymore, but rather the 1820s. I've never had somebody bow before me.
Just then I noticed the other two people sitting with us. An elderly lady, with hair as white as snow, pinned up into a loose knot. Even though her face was wrinkly and adorned with some age spots here and there, her eyes were not tired. They still had a lively glow in them.
