Giselle was all wide eyed and terrified of everything around her. She did not know what to do when Peter grabbed her like that. She was not at all used to that sort of thing. She didn’t fight him as he pulled her to the sidewalk. This place was so loud and strange and people were looking at her weird.
“What’s a Lincoln Mercury?” She asked him curiously. He was dressed very strangely, wasn’t he? “And traffic, and why is everyone staring at me?” She was so confused. None of this made sense to her. Where was her beloved Andalasia and her Prince Edward? She was supposed to get married already. They’d known each other for a few hours now. It was the next step, but then that old woman had come and Giselle must have fallen very far.