CHAPTER 7
Adeline
Watching our guests arrive and climb out of their carriages left me absolutely fascinated. The men were dressed in tail coats and top hats, while the women wore an array of colored gowns with cinched waists and large hoop skirts.
My nerves got the best of me as I noticed the number of people arriving. I’d never been the center of attention at a party. Granted, a part of it did make me excited; it wasn’t every day I could live in history. The sheer detail of my dream was staggering. It was all so real.
I walked downstairs, and a familiar curly, brown-haired woman caught my attention as she turned the corner to the kitchen, wearing the same maid outfit as Helen. My grandmother waved for me to join her in the parlor, standing in a group of women, but I held up a hand and
