But as I grabbed discarded pieces of fabric on the floor, Monsieur Dubin's voice muttered out. "Adelle."
I almost dropped the fabric in my arms as I hurried outside to see what was happening. Right then and there stood Madam Adelle, holding a basket of fresh bread that smelled like they were just baked. After taking a few steps forward, Madam Adelle held a pointed gaze toward the both of us. "I'm not here to apologize."
'Huh?' I watched the red headed woman in surprise.
She said without even batting an eye. "My words are still clear since then."
There was something different about Madam Adelle. Rather, this was a side I never knew. What in the world happened to the person I met yesterday? Was that really the same Madam Adelle standing before us right now?
"The dress would bring more customers to your shop than that old suit sitting by the window." Madam Adelle brought up. I'm assuming this was the conversation they had before I arrived.
"The gentleman's era has retired papa. The age of steam and victorian has started an uprising in London. If we don't make a change, the shop will go out of business."
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Clock Work (Book 1)
FanfictionIt was not a mere accident. I was supposed to head home like all of the other good children, but I saw bad men picking on a dog while leaving with my earnings. I tried to save the dog, but I ended up getting hurt in the process. When I woke up, I fo...
