Meet Ann Patrice

Bella sat down and buckled herself in one of the two car seats, which wasn’t difficult seeing that Bella is an embarrassingly perfect fit for it. The engine started and the cruiser disappeared from view as the car drove off.

“I’m Ann Patrice, by the way. Ann said, looking at the cop in the rear view mirror. “I..I’m Bella. Bella stutters out, still trying to assess the situation. “That is a beautiful name, honey. You know, I think Bella means beautiful in french.” Ann giggled while Bella cringed.

Pulling into a parking lot to what looks like a School Ann turned around studying Bella. “You know, you look about the same height as my Daughter, Fay. Do you mind trying on just one outfit for me?” She should’ve gotten out of the car and left but It was her job to serve others. Reluctantly she agreed. “Oh, yes. That one there. Ann pointed out. Bella grabbed a white dress from the bag of clothes. It was a girls’ party dress but the skirt looks more like a tutu. “I would like some...” Before Bella could finish, Ann was already opening her door. “Way ahead of you, sweetheart.” Bella became a deer in the headlights as Ann unbuckled her from the car seat, carried her out of the car, stripped her naked and dressed her in the dress.

Bella came to as she was lifted gently up by her armpits facing Ann’s smiling face. Well, don’t you look just so adorable.” And buckled Bella back into the car seat, drove up to the School and waited.