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Storybook: A Grimm World

Essex, Connecticut

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a part of Storybook: A Grimm World, by mombie.

Welcome to Essex, the fabled Storybook town of the United States.

mombie holds sovereignty over Essex, Connecticut, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

once upon a time tv show

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Welcome to Essex, the fabled Storybook town of the United States.
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Essex, Connecticut

Welcome to Essex, the fabled Storybook town of the United States.

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Essex, Connecticut is a part of Storybook: A Grimm World.

19 Characters Here

Ricardo Trujillo [3] The Beast
Adrien Duval [3] Gaston
Lorelei Voigt [3] The White Swan Princess
Mahin Hassud [2] Princess Jasmine
Liesl Voigt [2] The Black Swan Princess
Liana Roth [1] Snow White
John Waldmann [1] The Huntsman
Natalya Volkov [1] the big bad wolf
Roman Scarrott [1] The Genie
Rowan Renou [1] Little Red Riding Hood (wip)

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Character Portrait: Ricardo Trujillo Character Portrait: Dumaine LeRoux Character Portrait: Mahin Hassud Character Portrait: John Carpenter Character Portrait: Lorelei Voigt Character Portrait: Grayson Hughes Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt Character Portrait: Nora Weis Character Portrait: Adrien Duval Character Portrait: Elena Lux Character Portrait: Lene Kim Character Portrait: Bermuda Siren Character Portrait: John Waldmann Character Portrait: Paisley Lawrence Character Portrait: Natalya Volkov Character Portrait: Rowan Renou Character Portrait: Roman Scarrott Character Portrait: Liana Roth
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~ Once Upon A Time ~
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It would seem, that in the Realm of Enchantment, there are heroes and there are villains. At least, that's what we were all told anyway. The truth is this - we don't know their real stories. We don't know why the villains became the bad characters we know and the heroes the pinnacle of goodness. The Realm of Enchantment is not truly painted in black and white in the way that the books and movies would tell us. In this world, one would be surprised to find out that not all things are as we were told...

The Enchanted Realm is in chaos. Villains are sick of the world they live in where the "heroes" are free to live their lives and all others are condemned. They want their freedom, too. They have been wronged and their pasts have been twisted beyond belief. They do have a purpose in life. They have a will to live. The desire, most of all, their very own happy ending. However, with the heroes standing in their way at every turn, they have come to only one conclusion - the good guys would have to die.

Jafar was one of these villains. He had the most powerful weapon in all of the Enchanted Realm at his greedy fingertips; the omnipotent Genie. With the help of so many other misunderstood characters wallowing on their seeming unhappy-ever-afters, a plan to bring death to all of the Realm's "heroes" was conceived. As others across the Realm heard news of this dark plan, they began to try to figure out how to stop it.

However, they could not stop Jafar. In their finals moments, the heroes that knew death was coming clung to the most powerful white magic in all the Realm - hope. It was this hope that, when Jafar's magic swept across the Realm, kept their physical bodies alive and thrust them through a rift between Enchantment and the real world. The rift created a town out of nothing called Storybook, Connecticut - known to the real world as Essex. The people that enter can't ever seem to leave, and it doesn't exist on any map.

Jafar was not happy that his plan did not work exactly, but upon discovering that they were in a new place, he had the Genie erase everyone's memories and give them new lives in this new world. He kept certain villains with their memories intact. He currently runs the Councillor's office under Mayor Catherine Wyland. Those in charge are in complete control of everyone, yet everyone else thinks they are living a perfectly normal life.

This is their happily-ever-after, and they intend to keep it that way - no matter what.

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~ Memories ~
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An only lady came tumbling out of a well in the woods, falling flat on her face! She got up, wiped away the dirt, and pat down her fluffy blue dress. "My, my, my, what a trip! What a trip." She took a quick look around her surroundings. It's the middle of the night and most of the town of Essex is asleep or in their homes. She walked down a beaten path until a road was found, at which point she could see the sleepy streets and dark buildings.

"Where am I?" she asked, adjusting the glasses to sit better across her nose. Her eyes scrunched and she dipped a hand into her dress and produced a wand. "Let's see what we can do about this mess. It's quite the mess!" The old lady already knew what had happened to the Enchanted characters, but she didn't know how to fix the problem. She had magic, but she didn't have enough of it to awaken the whole town. Instead, she decided that she could do something else... She did not come here without a plan, after all.

She bippity-boppity-booped herself from one building and home to the next; acquiring items and placing them in a seemingly endless magic bag. Underneath everyone's doors, except for the villains that were well-aware of Essex and its true nature, were given invitations to a formal silent auction event at the city hall. For those vile beings that still retained their memories, she had something else - magic that would put them to sleep for twenty-four hours. That would be enough time to allow everyone else to enjoy the event and get back what belonged to them - their memories.

The Enchanted Realm was falling apart due to key characters having been ripped away and thrown into this prison. It is time for them to come home, but they'd have to remember who they are, first.

As quietly as the Fairy Godmother came, she seemed to disappear. But not back into the Enchanted Realm, rather as the out-of-town host to the black-tie event.

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And that is where the citizens of Storybook are tonight on a warm summer evening around 6 pm at city hall. Upon entering they are greeted by a humble doorman, and the normally bland interior is alight with grandeur, enchantment and alive with gentle classical music.

Mrs. Picket is there to greet them with a smile on her face, directing everyone toward the grand hall that had been refurbished into a room fit for dance, entertainment, and food.

Hugging one of the walls are long tables that have items to be silently auctioned off. Little to the knowledge of the Enchanted characters, they are items that belonged to them in their fairytale origins. They feel compelled to bid on their trinkets, no matter how absurd they were or how little money they had. Every so often, a little magic would make sure that no one was outbid by either erasing higher bids or placing an extra zero or two by certain names.

Mrs. Picket operated under the notion that all money would be donated to charity, but there'd be no money at all. Mrs. Picket was putting all of her faith, the lives of those still in the Enchanted Realm, in the hands of these few. This was the only way to begin breaking the spell Jafar cast upon the town.


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Character Portrait: Ricardo Trujillo Character Portrait: Mahin Hassud Character Portrait: Lorelei Voigt Character Portrait: Adrien Duval
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The estate that belonged to Ricardo rested on a hill that overlooked the town, and it had an eerie appearance to it. It was rather... baroque in design. It was quiet; not a creature stirring neither day nor night save for the manor's servants that care for the yards. Even then, the high privacy walls and the tall foliage rarely offered a glimpse beyond its unwelcoming dimly lit exterior.

Throughout the day it had been just as silent as ever, only the interior bustled with excitement. Their Master would venture outside, and that was exceedingly rare these days. Unless he felt the urge to watch Lorelei for a little while, like the awkward unrequited stalker he was, he sent servants to do his bidding. This evening, however, he would put on his very best and attempt to enjoy some time away. It took much convincing after receiving the invitation, but he had long since relented to the bubbly over-excited lady that was Mary Potterson.

"There really isn't a reason for me to go," he grumbled as Mary placed a wine-colored suit on his bed after going through his closet for roughly half an hour.

With a head shake of disappointment, she wagged an index finger at him, "Don't you think it's about that time for you to... I don't know, stop stalking the poor girl and talk to her?"

He scoffed at her after he moved to a place where he could get dressed with a little privacy. While he had been with Mary since he broke into the millions in net worth, he didn't exactly need to excite an old lady with his perfectly masculine body. She might have a heart attack. "And say what? Hello, I've been watching you for a while now, would you like to go to dinner with me?" He poked his head out from behind the dressing partition with a brow raised, but the sarcasm in both his tone of voice and expression was pretty damn obvious.

"Oh, dear - I wouldn't begin with that!"

He threw his jacket over his vest and began to button it up, "She probably just thinks I am a criminal anyway. I don't exactly want to see her look at me." He finished up after about ten minutes, walked out to do a little spin for Mary to which she clapped excitedly.

"You're so handsome, love! I'm sure you'll have a most splendid evening."

After she practically bounced out of his room, he turned around to look in the tall mirror back at himself. It wasn't to check on his appearance, as he found himself to be quite perfect in almost every way. Rather, he just looked at himself, as if there was some way he could see beneath the exterior and find something he never knew. Maybe a little bit of confidence. Maybe a little bit of pride. Yet, he had all of that in spades. To everyone else, he was no better than Adrien - a criminal, another psychopath with a big head. But Ricardo knew better - he was so profoundly alone that he didn't feel like himself anymore. He'd love nothing more than to make the most out of his evening, wear his emotions on his sleeve with a confident swagger, and tell the woman he thinks he is enamored with how he feels. But the more that he looks at himself, and the more he has seen her, the more he realizes that she'd be just as tormented with him as she is with Adrien. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but yes - something was fundamentally wrong.

"Monsieur, the car is ready to take you to the City Hall," a thickly laced french accent called through his doorway, and Ricardo sighed. Fine. He'll go for an hour or so, hang out somewhere no one notices him, and make his donation. It would be easy. Nothing could go wrong. Besides, a man like Adrien wouldn't be invited to such a proper event.

Right? Wrong.

When he arrived at City Hall, it took a few minutes for him to get out of the car, even though that left Jacque standing there awkwardly for quite some time. Eventually, he climbed out, walked toward the entrance, and entered the building where he would be greeted by Mrs. Picket. He didn't know her, but he deeply felt that he should. She was important somehow, he just couldn't figure out why.

"Mr. Trujillo, I am so glad you could make it." she smiled at him and offered a hand, in which he gave his most charming smile and lifted it to gently kiss the knuckles. It was a common formality where he was from, and a sign of deep respect and admiration.

After he released her fingers, "Thank you for the invite. Where do I make my donation?" If he could just show his face for a few minutes and make his donation, he could be in and out before anyone noticed him.

But Mrs. Picket laughed warmly, "I'm afraid that donations will be through the auction only," she reminded him, sweeping a gloved hand toward the Grand Hall where the auction tables lined the walls. She gave him a piece of paper with a random number on it after he released her fingers, #237. "It's a silent auction. Just write this number down along with your bid. Don't give this number to anyone else."

"Ah, of course. I'll be going then."

"Of course! Please enjoy your evening, Mr. Trujillo," she chimed and beamed him her best smile. Others were beginning to trickle in, so she'd have to get back to greeting!

Ricardo shoved a hand in his pocket, quickly glanced at a few guests and servers, and made his way toward the auction table that rested against the left wall. For some reason, he caught something in his peripheral that he immediately latched onto. Something inside of him urged the man to proceed, and he did.

When he came to the table, of which was covered in a fine crimson satin cloth, a rather... simple looking rose trapped in a glass dome caught his attention. His brows furrowed. He wasn't interested in things like this. What was he supposed to do with it? It looked like a genuine rose with a few fallen petals, but there was nothing enthralling about it. Still, he wrote his number down and put his bid on it. He had to have it. $10,000 for some junk - what was he thinking?

When that was complete, he perused the other objects. He didn't feel any level of attraction to anything. Until something else caught his eye. It was the antique black necklace, and he took a moment to pick it up and brush his finger over the onyx surface and the silver filigree. Would Lorelei like this? No. Maybe. No. He stood there like an idiot going over it in his head - yes, no - maybe - she'd be sick to get something from someone like him. Still, he looked down at it as it rested against a calloused palm with a clear battle waging internally.






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To say that she was surprised to have an invitation slipped under the door of her hotel room was an understatement. Then again, Mahin was used to being recognized once she was in town. She just didn't think it'd be this town. It was small, and for the whole two days she's been stuck here, she hasn't met very many people aside from the person that runs the mechanic shop and maybe the local law enforcement.

Still, she could not begin to fathom why she had received the invite. Not that she'd decline, of course. It was a great opportunity for philanthropy, and she couldn't help but be curious at what might be getting auctioned off in a town like Essex.

Luckily for her, since she had been on her way to an activist convention, Mahin already had an outfit that would suffice for a black-tie event. She tugged on a black dress, fit on some open-toed heels, grabbed a purse, and left the hotel. She'd end up walking to City Hall, but luckily it wasn't cold outside and the establishment was not very far.

She walked into City Hall shortly after Ricardo. In fact, she waited patiently for him to finish so that she could get in and peruse the auction items. Mahin would love to pick up a souvenir from Essex for the sake of being a silly tourist.

"Good evening! Thank you very much for the invite, Mrs. Picket," she smiled at the hostess after she was promptly greeted when Ricardo left.

"Miss Hassud, it is lovely to see that you have made it. I love your work," Mrs. Picket replied as she offered the woman a friendly smile. She handed Mahin a piece of paper with the number 192 before directing her to the grand hall. There was music and catering, tables for sitting, long ones nestled against the wall laden with auction trinkets. Mahin was immediately enchanted by the setting.

She walked to the same table that Ricardo occupied and watched him stare at the jewelry piece cradled in his palm, "Trying to bid on something for your wife?" She assumed that he was married. A man that handsome had to be taken, and he looked like a really made guy. For him to be single would be flabbergasting.

Ricardo looked up from the Onyx necklace, "I'm not married." His voice was gruff in nature and somewhat frigid. It didn't appear that he wanted to converse, but that wouldn't stop Mahin.

"Well, you must like someone to be thinking so deeply about a necklace," she chuckled at him, looking down at something gold that snatched her attention. "Oh, wow - who would have known a place like this would have something so... refined," she mused.

He turned his head toward her after setting down the necklace and parroted"A town like this?"

She looked up at him after putting her number and bid by the princess jewelry set for $500, "I didn't mean it like that!" This statement was deeply apologetic, and honestly, Ricardo looked like someone that couldn't take a joke. Rather than continue this awkward first impression, she pointed to the swan feather quill, "Jewelry is a bit old fashioned. Maybe you could try something like this?"

Maybe she was right - jewelry was old-fashioned. Then again, so was Ricardo. He forgot about her slight against the town he's come to call home and looked down at the quill. It was... a unique item for sure. He picked it up for an inspection as Mahin fluttered away to see what was on the catering menu.

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Character Portrait: Ricardo Trujillo Character Portrait: Lorelei Voigt Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt Character Portrait: Adrien Duval
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The Duval Estate didn't hide itself away deep in the woods or on a hillside. The manor sat near the very entrance of Essex, so that it was one of the first establishments you see upon entry but also situated that most roads lead to it. The large villa sat on the complete opposite side of town that the Trujillo home. The two couldn't be more opposing. One hidden away, dark and foreboding while the other sat front and center like a beacon.

Adrien stood hunched over his large mahogany desk, pouring through papers. He had long since lost track of time and although he wore a watch, he never relied on himself to know the time or his itinerary. He simply did whatever it was that he wanted or needed to do until told otherwise. He raised his glass to his lips, taking a sip of bourbon as he heard a light knock on the door. He sighed, but did not look up.

Lorelei slowly opened the door, but did not step into the room. She was never allowed into his office without explicit permission. So she kept herself in the doorway as she addressed him. "Sir, it is time for the charity gala."

He slowly looked up from the documents before him and set his gaze on Lorelei. Adrien's eyes squinted as he studied her. "Didn't I give you money to buy a new dress?" She looked like she was wrapped in wallpaper... Or perhaps a doily. It was sparkly, if that counted for anything. But he didn't care about sparkles.

"Uh," Lorelei stuttered, looking down at her dress briefly. She had spent days searching for the perfect evening gown. It was never an easy task finding something to wear that met Adrien's expectations while also not trying to upstage him. So far she had yet to master this skill and that day looked no different. "It is. It's new this season... hasn't even been officially released." It was the most expensive thing she has ever owned and before that moment, she actually had thought she looked pretty. Foolish.

Adrien pursed his lips as he continued to look her up and down. "You look like my mother." Before she could respond he continued. "That's not a compliment." His gaze drifted back to the papers before him as he began to stack them and clear off his desk. "She was a mulish woman with a horrible taste in fashion. Next time I'll send someone to shop for you, since your idea of what's suitable leaves much to be desired."

Lorelei's head fell slightly as she pinched some of the fabric between her thumb and index finger. She had never felt fabric so elegant in her life, nor was it likely she ever would again. It made her feel like a Princess and, when she tried it on at the store, she genuinely thought that it suited her. "I thought it was nice," she said quietly, more to herself rather than Adrien.

"It's boring," he responded coldly as he looked back in her direction. "You're not a half bad looking girl. Your face is agreeable and your figure is decent. It might be advantageous to wear something a bit more revealing in the future." Adrien leaned down and signed a document or two on his desk. "Who knows... You might actually have an ass and tits under all of that," he commented, without looking at her, while waving his pen in her general direction.

One thing Lorelei could always count on was Adrien Duval tearing down her self esteem when she got even remotely confident in herself. She exhaled softly, trying her best not to let his words get to her. She kept her head held high and refused to show that his words were insulting. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "I always believed that modesty was more attractive."

Adrien actually laughed. No it was not a fake or amused chuckle, but a genuine hearty laugh. "You know who thinks that?" He mused, raising a brow in his assistants direction. "Virgins." He knocked his knuckles on the desk and smirked. He didn't need Lorelei to confirm or deny his conclusion. He had known that woman was a virgin from the moment he met her, but every word she said and the way she dressed only reaffirmed this. Adrien would happily help her with that burden. But girls like that get one taste of sex and are in love. That was the last thing he needed.

Lorelei had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Another day, another underhanded virgin comment. "I'd rather die than sleep with you," she commented plainly, like a simple fact anyone would know. Adrien was welcome to judge her however he pleased. But no amount of taunting and teasing would persuade her to climb on top of his desk and spread her legs. While her self esteem might not have the strongest, she knew she deserved better than that. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of putting another notch in his belt. Not today. Not her.

Well that was extreme. He was much more agreeable than death. Adrien hummed under his breath in contemplation for a moment before he downed what remained of his drink. "Well, there isn't enough time for you to get a new dress, so it will have to do. At least I know you won't be stealing the spotlight from me," he concluded.

Once his desk was in order, Adrien buttoned his sports coat and pushed past Lorelei on his way out of the room. He didn't check to make sure if she was following, or if his words offended her. He didn't care. Her fragile female emotions weren't his concern. She was there to pay off a debt and wasn't worth the effort to placate. She'd remain whether or not he was kind or indifferent to her. It made things far simpler when she wasn't his problem.

They made their way out of the estate where Charles waited by the car. As always, he first opened the backdoor for Adrien. No one ever entered or exited anything before him. Those were the rules and it was always better to follow them, rather than double cross him. Once he was seated, Lorelei took her seat on the passenger side. Adrien never liked when anyone road in the back with him, unless it was his newest conquest and she was more than happy to oblige. Charles was far better company.

When they arrived, it was apparent that they weren't the first there. Adrien was never the most punctual man. He always preferred arriving fashionably late so he could make an entrance where all eyes were on him, rather than being the pathetic knob who is the first to show up. "What is this for?" he asked as he exited the car and adjusted his suit.

"Charity, Lorelei replied as she held her skirt and stepped out of the vehicle.

"So, I'll be expected to spend money..." Adrien commented rhetorically.

"That is how charity works," she replied, annoyed.

Adrien scoffed and made his way toward the entrance of the city hall. As started up the stairs, he noticed a woman a few steps in front of him. Pale skin peaked through a strappy and revealing black dress. Crimson waves cascaded down her slender back guiding his gaze to her supple bottom. His brow quirked as he watched it sway with every step. Images of the unknown woman naked in the throes of passion danced in his head.

His pace quickened up the steps so that he could grab the door before she could. As he took hold of the handle, he turned to realize it was none other than the fiery counterpart to his very dull assistant. "Allow me," Adrien smirked as he opened the door for Liesl.

"Thank you, Adrien," her voice practically purred his name.

Normally, Adrien hated when people called him by his first name. There weren't many people who were allowed to. But a stunning woman he fantasized about having his way with most certainly could. He couldn't help but imagine what it'd sound like hearing her say his name in the midst of ecstasy. But he'd find out.

Lorelei's paced up the stairs was much slower. She had no desire to catch up to Adrien, nor her sister. A match made in heaven, if you asked her. She was, no doubt, a bit surprised as she watched him open the door for Liesl. She couldn't even recall the last time she saw that man open his own door. But it wasn't without motive. Lorelei watched as his hand sneakily brushed against the small of her sister's back as she passed by him. As long as it wasn't her... she couldn't care less.

Just as she reached the door, Lorelei thought, for a brief moment, that Adrien might have also held it open for her. He lingered there, even made eye contact. But just as she was about to walk through, he moved before her and let the door shut in her face. Lorelei stopped right where she was mid step. She shouldn't have been surprised. She had been around his selfishness for long enough to know he'd never do anything for anyone unless he got something out of it. Yet it was still embarrassing. She could feel the redness growing in her cheeks and the churning in the pit of her stomach. She stood there for a minute and composed herself. Before she took a deep breath and reached for the door.

Ricardo had long-since left the stuffy dignified air of the City Hall, as he was a prompt man and a lot of the town was not. He watched Mahin float around from table to table, picking up this and that, but he slipped out of the grand entrance doors and found a quiet place away from the bright lights. Off to the side he seemed to melt seamlessly into the shadows to light up a cigarette.

But his peace was short-lived as Adrien entered the scene with Lorelei in tow. He watched them go from the car to the steps, and the meatbag that was his bitter rival hadn't a chivalrous bone in his body. At some point in time, he stopped puffing on his cigarette; letting it simply burn neglected. As if Adrien weren't enough on his own, he had to treat the timid woman like garbage, too. He shut the door in her face and left her there; likely embarrassed and in-dignified.

He put the cigarette out in the appropriate container and quietly ascended the steps behind her. Just as Lorelei's delicate fingers touched the door, she might feel his lumbering presence stepping behind her; his own palm, gentle over her fingers, pushing the door open. He was slightly against her; as in the back of her head could have very well rested against his chest. Yet, it was not inappropriate or invasive.

Once the door was opened, and he gestured her inside with his hand.

At first, Lorelei was the slightest bit startled by the sudden presence. She glanced over her shoulder to be met with a chest. Her gaze slowly drifted upwards finding Ricardo's face. She couldn't recall if they had ever spoken more than a passing hello, but she saw him quite frequently throughout the town, especially in the library. "Thank you... Mr. Trujillo" she said quietly, with a soft smile.

"You look -" Ricardo stumbled over his words. A man like him shouldn't be afraid of a petite thing like her, yet here he was. "- beautiful." He said it very quickly as she entered, and then moved with a too-quick and embarrassed pace back into the grand hall to pretend that he was going to do something else. He's the smoothest man in the world.

Lorelei glanced down briefly at her outfit. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as Adrien had made it out to be. She smiled slightly and went to speak, but when she looked up Ricardo has vanished into the grand hall. She was left standing there frozen in a bit of shock as she tried to digest what had just happened.

Before she could decide what to do, Mrs. Picket made her way over to her, offering Lorelei her hand in a warm greeting. "Thank you for coming Ms. Voigt."

"Oh yes," Lorelei spoke, peeling her eyes away from Ricardo to give the woman before her her full attention. "Thank you for inviting me."

Mrs. Picket held out a piece of paper with a number. #223 "Are you familiar with how a silent auction works?"

"I am," she said as she took the paper. "But... I don't have any money." Lorelei's voice fell to a whisper, not wishing to gain judgmental stares. In honest, she shouldn't have come at all if she didn't intend on donating. But Adrien paid her nothing and any money she might have often went to her father. "I would be happy to volunteer or help in any way I can. It's not money... butโ€”"

"Don't worry about it, dear. Not every donation has to be money."

Lorelei smiled toward the old woman before she walked away and slipped the paper into her clutch. Her gaze drifted over to the items up for auction. She'd love to bid on something but she had nothing to offer. Perhaps she'd look later, just to see what the town had to offer. Instead she slowly made her way over to the bar and ordered herself a mimosa. One thing was for certain, she'd take full advantage of an evening she didn't have to spend at Adrien's side.