Arthur and Alice

Basil and Kitty walk the streets of Petropolis, and all of a sudden, upon the two detectives, falls a big piano, and the two are stunned and said:
Kitty: Ooh
Basil: What happened, where we are, where we are, and who am I, ah, it is true are Basil of Baker Street.
Kitty: I am Kitty Katswell, if I remember correctly?
Basil: Yes, and it's true, toi are Miss Kitty Katswell, it's true!
Kitty: Oh, right, it's obvious, but ...
Basil: But What?
Kitty: toi have a strange face.
Basil: Really?
The souris investigator looks at her reflection in a puddle and now.
Basil: Eeeh, whahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa,...

Anya, meanwhile, had finally finished getting ready. She was nervous about meeting the Empress again. The last time she had met her, well, she had been a child, not knowing any better but now she was an adult, she would be judged as one.

She thought back to that last meeting. The Empress had seemed so nice and then she had been about to talk to Belle too but then her father had swept her away and Belle had never spoken to her since. Poor Belle. “I know what she must think of me,” Anya sighed, “but I never asked for this.”

Straightening her midnight blue dress and checking that her hair...

Dear Diary,

Another wet jour so I’m sitting in the bibliothèque to write this, not that I mind so much because I do l’amour books, after all. They’re such an escape when this place gets dreary ou the atmosphere stuffily unbearable. Anya is in a huff again; about goodness knows what. Ferdinand says she’s getting far too haughty and Derek says she’s getting too big for her boots. I’m inclined to agree with both of them. I don’t know what’s got into her lately. She’s changed from the girl I used to know. I think it’s something to do with the fact that our parents favour her over the rest...