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Enchanted - The Dressing Room Affair [Time Travel Historical Romance Novella] (Entwined Together Forever) by Sierra Hunter Page A
Authors: Sierra Hunter
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spends most of her time playing dress-up with the merchandise while Isabelle does her best to keep a roof over their heads and food on their table. Isabelle wants to give Katie a good life – the life both her and her husband wanted for her before he got sick. She is still determined to make that happen.
The store, fashioned with tiny glass windows in the brick walls, is not a very big shop, but it is rich with character. There is a straw welcome mat outside and a modest collection of wind chimes hanging from the awning out front. A silver bell is tacked to the door to announce the arrival of customers. The floor boards, cleaned weekly with lemon oil, groan under their feet. The clusters of garments are arranged by country and century, painting the shop with their vibrant colors.
It’s a bit cramped, but cozy all the same.
Little Katie and her best friend Chloe spend hours playing dress-up in the shop, pretending they are visiting faraway countries, mystical fairylands, and exotic places. They spend their weekends hunting for new costumes to wear in the dusty trunks and stock rooms. They spend their school days passing notes in class packed with harebrained ideas. Together, they create stories about where each costume originated.
There a re kimonos from Japan, ball gowns from England, luscious fur coats from Russia, and handmade ponchos from South America. Sometimes, they even pretend to be the characters in their stories, visiting magical places and trying to find their true loves.
Isabelle never remarried after Heath’s death. Whenever Katie broaches the subject, Isabelle simply says, “Don’t you worry. I’m not lonely, Katie. I have everything I need right here in the shop.” Then she kisses her forehead, smiles, and resumes her tasks.
There is only one strange something about the quaint little costume shop. There is a dressing room at the back of the store that Katie can’t open. It has been locked for as long as she can recall.
“Don’t worry about it, Katie sweetie,” Isabelle says when Katie inquires. “That’s just an old storage room filled with junk. Besides, I’ve lost the key. Just leave it be.” Thus, the room becomes a prime subject for the girl’s imaginings.
Chloe and Katie love to make up fairy tales about a handsome prince that lives in the forbidden dressing room. They fantasize that he will come to save them from their monotonous lives at Westport Elementary School one day. They would dress up as princesses and prance in front of the shop’s fitting mirror, waiting for the prince to burst through the door and sweep them off their feet. Isabelle would laugh at their foolery, but always make sure they did not venture too close to the dressing room. Katie thinks this is strange, but assumes that her mother probably has mementoes of her father stowed away inside. Understandably, she would not want them disturbed.
Katie decides to leave the mystery alone for her mother’s sake.
The girls stop dreaming of princes locked away in the mysterious room and dress for other fantasies.
~*~
Chapter 1: Katie’s Worst Nightmare
~*~
Katie, sixteen, was helping her mother in the shop one afternoon. She hung up the phone.
“Kate, can you run these to the stock room?” Isabelle asked.
“Sure,” Katie called back without looking, penciling a fitting in for later that afternoon.
All of a sudden, Katie heard a thud at the back of the store. Katie wheeled around and raced past the counter to find her mother slumped over on the floor. She immediately tried to revive her , but her mother was not responding. With her vision swimming with tears, Katie quickly grabbed the phone and called an ambulance while her mother lay motionless on the floor.
The ambulance pulled up within moments, but it felt like an eternity of waiting. Panicked and trembling, Katie watched the paramedics wheel her mother into the car. Katie locked up the store and rushed to the hospital to be by her mother’s side. When
The store, fashioned with tiny glass windows in the brick walls, is not a very big shop, but it is rich with character. There is a straw welcome mat outside and a modest collection of wind chimes hanging from the awning out front. A silver bell is tacked to the door to announce the arrival of customers. The floor boards, cleaned weekly with lemon oil, groan under their feet. The clusters of garments are arranged by country and century, painting the shop with their vibrant colors.
It’s a bit cramped, but cozy all the same.
Little Katie and her best friend Chloe spend hours playing dress-up in the shop, pretending they are visiting faraway countries, mystical fairylands, and exotic places. They spend their weekends hunting for new costumes to wear in the dusty trunks and stock rooms. They spend their school days passing notes in class packed with harebrained ideas. Together, they create stories about where each costume originated.
There a re kimonos from Japan, ball gowns from England, luscious fur coats from Russia, and handmade ponchos from South America. Sometimes, they even pretend to be the characters in their stories, visiting magical places and trying to find their true loves.
Isabelle never remarried after Heath’s death. Whenever Katie broaches the subject, Isabelle simply says, “Don’t you worry. I’m not lonely, Katie. I have everything I need right here in the shop.” Then she kisses her forehead, smiles, and resumes her tasks.
There is only one strange something about the quaint little costume shop. There is a dressing room at the back of the store that Katie can’t open. It has been locked for as long as she can recall.
“Don’t worry about it, Katie sweetie,” Isabelle says when Katie inquires. “That’s just an old storage room filled with junk. Besides, I’ve lost the key. Just leave it be.” Thus, the room becomes a prime subject for the girl’s imaginings.
Chloe and Katie love to make up fairy tales about a handsome prince that lives in the forbidden dressing room. They fantasize that he will come to save them from their monotonous lives at Westport Elementary School one day. They would dress up as princesses and prance in front of the shop’s fitting mirror, waiting for the prince to burst through the door and sweep them off their feet. Isabelle would laugh at their foolery, but always make sure they did not venture too close to the dressing room. Katie thinks this is strange, but assumes that her mother probably has mementoes of her father stowed away inside. Understandably, she would not want them disturbed.
Katie decides to leave the mystery alone for her mother’s sake.
The girls stop dreaming of princes locked away in the mysterious room and dress for other fantasies.
~*~
Chapter 1: Katie’s Worst Nightmare
~*~
Katie, sixteen, was helping her mother in the shop one afternoon. She hung up the phone.
“Kate, can you run these to the stock room?” Isabelle asked.
“Sure,” Katie called back without looking, penciling a fitting in for later that afternoon.
All of a sudden, Katie heard a thud at the back of the store. Katie wheeled around and raced past the counter to find her mother slumped over on the floor. She immediately tried to revive her , but her mother was not responding. With her vision swimming with tears, Katie quickly grabbed the phone and called an ambulance while her mother lay motionless on the floor.
The ambulance pulled up within moments, but it felt like an eternity of waiting. Panicked and trembling, Katie watched the paramedics wheel her mother into the car. Katie locked up the store and rushed to the hospital to be by her mother’s side. When
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