It had been her plan upon waking up this morning to take a walk through the busier part of three city, her genuine curiosity of how this city differed in comparison to the streets of Paris. She fully anticipated seeing little to nothing reminiscent of home, and a large part of her was very much eager to confirm that there weren't nearly as many sophisticated bistros or extravagant clothing stores that lined the paved sidewalk. Though it was not out of disgust or hate that she had left the limits of that beautiful city she'd been born and raised within for in all honestly she adored France for all its luxuries and rich artistic culture - not to mention the language there was so much more intimate and fluid instead of the very much confusion and illogical slang terms that seemed to tumble uncontrollably from most of the general population in Sacrosanct - but rather, her intentions had been purely to get out from beneath that ever controlling thumb of her parents. While her mother was content to allow Adelaide the time and space alone that she desired, her father was the opposite. Pushing man after man her way, it had made her grow disdainful of the nobleman more and more with each time he tried to play the game of matchmaker for the young French woman. Adelaide would have no part of it, allowing for him to control the aspect of her life she fully intended on seeing to herself, and that was what landed the young woman here in a world overseas, a world that was quite unlike her own. Some might have been comfortable or nervous about such an aspect, but Adelaide welcomed it with open arms and eager sage eyes, ready to finally feel as though the story of her life was solely her own to write and her fate was entirely her own to make. They'd begged and pleaded with her that she change her mind about moving so far away, offering her the names of various cities throughout France in hopes that she might consider such a drastic step away from them would be necessary, but she knew far too well it was simply a ploy. It would be pointless to move to another city within that country because her father would still be within reasonable travelling distance to try and arrange "play dates" with wealthy men she had no interest in whatsoever.

Here in Sacrosanct, with a sea and staggering number of miles between the dark-haired woman and the estate she'd grown up on, it was unrealistic for her father to send them over to her by plane. Yet she had even gone as far as to consider it a slight risk, and so she'd established for herself a post office box and provided her mother and father with the address for it instead of the physical numbers to where she lived. Townsend had been insistent on going about the matter a different way, but once Adelaide had her mind made up there was next to no chance on changing it. The Englishman knew better than to try and maintain a lengthy debate with the young woman and so it was ensured that the only mailing address her parents had was that very post office box. She was adamant in doing all that she could to keep herself hidden from those watchful eyes, even if perhaps one might think she were taking things a little too far. Could anyone truly blame the young woman, though? All she asked was that she be left to her own life, having once told her parents that it would only be for a while but now that she had finally reached foreign soil and only needed to worry about the letters that her parents wrote to her, otherwise being entirely free to do as she pleased with whomever she pleased, she was certain that there would be no returning home for her. That first taste of freedom, it was enough for the French woman to go to any great length to ensure that her past could not follow her any more than she had been forced to agree to. She hadn't wanted Townsend to tag along, but that had been a negotiating point by her parents that she had been unable to escape. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the man's company, it was just one less reminder in the end and yet now she found herself grateful that he was here. She hadn't wanted to keep the promise of sending letters updating them on how her life away from home was going, but again, that was a condition that they refused to waiver on, and so Adelaide had agreed. These were the only things, she agreed to however, and she was determined that she wouldn't be expecting any... unwelcomed or surprising visits.

The French woman and Englishman paused before a large display window adorned with models dressed in designer clothes holding fancy accessories, and for a moment she is taken back to that book that she'd been reading earlier. So fiercely insistent that she needed to establish her place here in this city as firmly as possible, she'd taken up reading about businesses. For reasons unbidden, those fine clothes and leather purses only cemented into the young woman an idea."I've made a decision, Townsend. I'm going to open a business", she states matter-of-factually before turning on those heels and walking further down the paved sidewalk, hardly bothering to give a sideways glance to the Englishman as he lifts a single brow."A business, Miss? Are you sure that such an endeavor would be wise?", the refined man queries as he walks alongside Adelaide."I am aware of the risks, but I am also wholly determined to make my permanent residence here and I intend on making it impossible for them to force my return. I've already decided that I will be working towards opening a bistro on the beach to the south. There's a lovely spot there and a vacant building as well that would do perfectly", she says definitively before pausing to glance through the window of another department store."And how do you intend on financials and management, Miss?", Townsend challenges, and it is this string of british accented words that now prompts Adelaide's sage eyes to focus upon the man."Money is not an issue and you know this. As for management, all I need are accountable people to work for me", she answers, almond eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she waited for the rebuttal he always seemed prepared to provide."I certainly hope you are not intending on that Taylor character, Miss? He is hardly fit for such an occupation", he says insistently and his words summon to the forefront of the young woman's mind the man she'd met but a few days ago, finding it hard not to allow a smile to dance across her lips. He'd been the first to show any acts of kindness to the young woman, as well as the first man she'd encountered that wasn't of her father's choices or company, a welcomed breath of fresh air from all those stuffy sons of other French noblemen he tried so many times to interest Adelaide in.

Before she is able to assure the Englishman that finding reliable people could not possibly be that difficult, that surely there'd be a hand or two that might need a steady paycheck somewhere in this big city, the woman she hardly noticed sitting on the bench near that fountain she'd noted only briefly when they'd arrived to the downtown area suddenly rises from her seated position and nearly collides with the French woman, emitting a soft yelp before her gaze meets that which belongs to Adelaide, safe depths only widening slightly in surprise at the other woman's sudden movements just as she and Townsend and nearly past her. She pauses now, keen safe eyes noting the flush that colored the woman's cheeks. There is an apologetic smile that flickers across the woman's features, and Adelaide offers her a small yet genuine smile of her own."It's alright, mon cher. Nothing to fret over", she replies kindly. Her gaze wanders to the instrument case that she was familiar with, given her upbringing and homeschooling before looking back to the gentle face of the stranger."I am Adelaide, and this is my companion, William", she introduces herself and the Englishman, her lilted accented tones smooth as milk and honey and the well-dressed man then dipping his head respectfully to the unknown woman though remaining silently beside the French woman who now watches the other woman curiously, almost expectantly as she waited for her to return the gesture out of courtesy. While they were not in Paris anymore and no one here knew of The LaBelles, Adelaide was sure that even here in this foreign city such common courtesies were not lost to the locals that resided here. At least, she certainly hoped not. She had only had the displeasure of one unpleasant individual, the very reason she would not be making a return to that burlesque that was thankfully out of sight, and while she knew she could not expect for those she encountered along the way to be as forward and kind as Taylor, the dark-haired woman liked to think that the seemingly gentle woman before her would know the casual customs of greeting.