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...
I could have been in Birmingham during the premiere of season 6. I was literally driving through Birmingham on Friday. But I completely forgot that it was there.. so I spent my weekend in fucking Manchester 💀🤚. Should have just stayed in Edinburgh..
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"This is a register of men's sizes and measurements and this one's for women. In here you'll find terms for suits and gowns, this one's about hats and accessories and this is one's an additional instruction on Bowties."
It was Will's first day in the boutique and Jeanne was mildly said, very excited to have an, I quote "so charming young and handsome man" working in her boutique. And even though she called him a man just before, she was constantly ruffling through his hair and pinching his cheeks, treating him more like a little boy, than anything else. Will however didn't seem to mind at all.
Currently the old woman was stacking books over books on Wills arms, all of them about fashion, etiquette and what each and every possibly imaginable piece of clothing is called. If I were him, I would have long given up on working here, totally not having the motivation to learn all these terms.
But he, on the other hand, looked rather fascinated and eager to learn, sucking up every word, Jeanne said.
"You look so motivated for this, it's scary."
I mumbled standing next to him, both of us watching the eldest Westwood, as she was searching some kind of handbook on stitch-patterns.
"I am, Belle. This is brilliant, I never thought I'd have the opportunity to do anything else, but work in a factory."
Oh..well, I should just shut up.
"Fair enough."
With that being said, I went back outside to the sales room, to see if there were any customers. And there was.
For a second or two I thought about just turning back around, sending Maddie or Jeanne out there to help that person, but then they had already seen me. Gosh I'm so dead.
"Good morning, Sir. How may I help you?"
Inspector Campbell was standing in front of a display of cufflinks and didn't even bother turning towards me, as I was talking to him. Rude twat.
