FRAN.
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By noon the next day, Laura and Ella set off for the police station. Laura wore a knee-length navy blue gown with subtle pinstripes, a fitted bodice, and a flared skirt. Her black leather button boots, polished and laced up the front, clicked softly against the cobblestone streets. She completed her look with a navy blue cloche hat adorned with a simple ribbon.
Ella had said that Laura had a sophisticated manner of speaking but needed to look the part.
Laura lifted her chin slightly as she manoeuvred through the semi-crowded streets, one hand clutching tightly to her purse. Her heart was racing anxiously as heads turned to stare at her.
As she neared the required location she took a deep breath to steel her resolve. This wasn't one of those times when she could chicken out.
