That would change.That day her governess forced her to take a walk in the park with her. She said it was a lovely day out and that their lesson should be in the park. She fished out a hideous green bonnet for her, with an equally ugly green dress with a pink bow on the chest. She covered it with her coat, even though it was a warm spring. As they walked around, Alice spotted a family of three. the mother and daughter dark skinned, but the girl was a tint lighter than her mother, and her eyes were hazel. Her short wavy hair bouncing as she walked and she had a much nicer green dress than the one Alice had on, a tree pine color instead the ugly pear. The mother’s hair was in a neat bun, the silk red headband matching her dark red dress, her armed wrapped around her husband’s, looking green than Alice’s own and the father, white, in a tan suit. The father talked while the wife and daughter smiled at what he had said. Alice couldn’t remember ever seeing smiles so bright. The mother and father sat on a park bench while the girl walked around more until she found a nice shaded area under a tree. Alice and the governess sat in the bench a few meters away from the parents. The governess explained the lesson for that day, but Alice was looking over at the girl, wonder who she was.

“Good morning.” Alice said

The girl looked up from her book with a soft smile. “Good morning to you.”

This caught Alice off guard somehow. “I’m...Alice Hayward”

“Belinda Fairbairn. Please to meet you.”

“I haven't seen you in town before.”

“Moved here just this week.” She giggled and pointed at her bonnet.”Sorry to say, but that hat doesn’t seem to suit your look.”

Alice could feel her face turn red and swiftly took the bonnet off.

Belinda’s face lite up and she jumped to her feet.

“Wait. I know you! You performed at that theater, the Hayward Theater. You were absolutely wonderful!”

“Thank you.”

Alice sat and talked to Belinda about how the first time they came to London they went to the local theater and Alice’s performance was so extraordinary and how it touched her heart, such a beautiful tragedy she called it. As they talked, Alice found out Belinda’s mother had remarried a wealthy man in Birmingham and made their way to London for better business of supplying everything to all fields of science, from medical supplies to chemicals, and just like Alice, Belinda was also a prodigy. An extraordinary dancer and singer. She told her how her interest sparked when she went to a Russian ballet. She told her mother and stepfather about wanting to dance and soon enough she was being instructed by a tutor Alice asked what her other father was like, but there was only a sad reply.

“I don’t like to discuss it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Belinda just smiled possibly thinking of a happy moment she had with her father.

“I lost someone.”

“Who?”

‘My mother.”

Belinda placed a hand lightly on Alice’s “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right.”

They were silent for a moment, when Belinda finally jumped up.

“You must meet my parents. They would love to see you.”