- this chapter contains upsetting themes please proceed with caution-
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"She's going to be amazing"- unknown barmaid
To be an actress in a big American picture. That was Fran's dream to perhaps work with Charlie Chaplin or another big actor. She was told growing up she had the face for it but as she sat in Tommy's car like an idiot her whole life plan had changed.
She had done herself up pretty for the races today. Bright rouge lipstick to match her dress, dark brown eyeshadow with a white shiny centre and her hair in loose curls swaying down her shoulders.
Tommy hadn't given her much information about what it was they were doing today but she heard and saw the peaky blinders gang being rowdy and shouting down near Charlie's stable.
John had also left his house early in the morning leaving his eldest, Katie, to look after her three siblings. As for Arthur Francis hadn't seen him for days.
The pair pulled up to the races and she felt her heart stop at the size of the building. Instead of walking through the front doors Thomas led Francis around to the back. "Is this how you get into all of the races, mister Shelby?" She whispered into his ear leaning to him slightly whilst giving passers by a false smile.
"I prefer not to make a scene, oh and if the guards ask say your lady Sara of Connemara and if they ask about me say I'm Prussian don't speak a word of English," Thomas's reply gave Francis all the information she needed on what kind of job this was.
They entered the bustling room and Francis headed straight for the golden bar in the middle of the room. "I never got to ask, Miss Hawke, why do you still dance?" Thomas ordered a glass of whiskey before nodding to the barman and handing him the money.
"If I don't I fear I may go mad," she laughed and took as a sip of her own whiskey never failing to keep eye contact with him.
"Do you, by any chance, dance out of work?" He asked her.
She smiled wickedly up at him "only if I'm asked properly, love."
Thomas placed his hand out infront of her and she looked at him confused "will you lady sara of Connemara, dance with me?"
She smiled. As this time he had genuinely asked her.
She laughed lightly and took his hand. He led her to the dance floor where he proceeded to spin and genuinely have fun with her. Soon enough though she noticed he was edging closer to the far end of the room. "Is your right leg stronger or are we making a getaway?" She joked.
