1910s: Alice moves out and up

 

In Del Sol Valley, Alice is becoming ever more successful. She moves between parties at Judith Ward's home, to photoshoots, to auditions and roles. As a result of her hard work she is promoted within the production company, and make more money as she's hired.


But in all the glamour there is also time for every day life, and living alone Alice gets to learn all about the kind of chores she never had to do back home. Cleaning, washing up, cooking (she quite enjoys that one) and washing clothes (she definitely does not enjoy that one). She also makes new friends. One in particular, Cora is someone who she can actually relax with and whose company she can enjoy not as a part of promoting her career, but relaxing with.


After her last promotion and rent payment, it's time - or so says Judith Ward - to move into a more respectable apartment. Somewhere she can entertain, and as an apartment has been made available in the Mirage... well of course she wants to move there!


She spends the next few days buying and arranging furniture, spending more money than she really thinks is wise, but which leaves her with an apartment that fits the very latest of trends.


She arranges a phone call with her parents from the phone in the hallway, informing them of her new address and number. "No, daddy, I am not being wasteful, I promise," she assures Joseph. "This is a safer, cleaner place. Without mice."


Later, she writes to her sister: 

How wasteful all this must seem to you, being where you are and doing what you do. Yet Judith assures me that this is necessary if I want to move up in my career. That I need to start throwing parties of my own and not just attend hers. I do not know if she's right or not, but so far listening to her has done wonders for my career. Did you know I got to play opposite her last time? It was such an honor! But I cannot help but to think of you in all of this, and of what you are going through. I cannot believe it's been three years since I went off to uni and you to France. To me so much has changed, but for you time must seem frozen. How can this war not be over yet? Perhaps soon. You are in my thoughts constantly. 

Your loving sister,
Alice

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