{ W h o } Alene and Dave { W h a t } The French Lady wakes up a new woman. { W h e n } Wednesday Day { W h e r e } The carnival { R a t i n g } TBD { S t a t u s } In progress.
It was a curious thing on Wednesday morning when Alene woke up. She knew what she was. She knew where she was. But...everything beyond that was a blur. She slipped out of bed, quiet so as not to awaken her roommate - Lola - and she moved to her cases to open them and pull out a dress. She couldn't recall where she bought the blue dress. It was pretty and looked expensive, she knew that from the softness of the fabric and the quality of the lace that it had cost a very pretty penny.
She knew what she did for a living, so she reasoned that it must have been an excellent week that had netted her such a prize. Or perhaps a very satisfied beau. She recalled her ill fortune a couple of weeks before, but she reasoned that away to ill luck. It would never happen again because now? Now she knew better.
Dressing, she applied a bit of makeup and combed out her hair, smiling in the mirror before she slipped on a pair of heels and headed out into the carnival proper. She could rustle up some food and then look for work. After all, a quick check of her funds revealed that she wasn't nearly so well off as she seemed. Ah well, recovery could do that. It was all part and parcel of the life, after all.
Moving into the food tent, she fetched herself a cup of hot soup and took a seat, seeming much more cheerful than she had for a long while. Almost as if some hidden burden had been lifted. The soup was hot, maybe too hot, but she didn't seem to mind one bit.