Giselle was still so confused. She didn’t know what a car was. “It seems to be a strange metallic beast and there are so many of them. Are there many princes to slay the beasts here?” She questioned him. “Of course I’m wearing a ball gown.” Giselle said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “I was on my way to get married.” And now she was in this strange world, lost and so very frightened.
“Oh you must think something awful of me, for not introducing myself.” She exclaimed, embarrassed. “My name is Giselle. I don’t know what this…Los Angeles place is, but it’s not Andalasia. I think I must have fallen here.” But she wasn’t worried, Prince Edward would come for her.