1 July, 1941 - Beverly Hills, California
Danielle stood in front of her wardrobe trying to decide what to wear. Abigail had made her promise that she’d come to the train station to welcome her parents. At the time it had seemed impossible to say no to Abigail—perhaps it was the champagne—and now she regretted it.
Danielle threw off her dressing gown and pulled on a pair of black summer wool trousers, along with an ivory silk blouse and jacket. She applied her favorite perfume, Chimère, drawing the crystal stopper behind her ears, down her throat, on the back of her neck and inside of her wrists. With a deft hand, she secured her long auburn hair in a chic updo, anchoring it with two tortoiseshell combs. After adding discreet emerald earrings, a delicate emerald and platinum tasseled neck
