The first tutor session
January 1865
The next day Annabel sat at her dressing table with her head in her hands. What was happening? Was she starting to become mad? The Manager's voice, how could it possibly have sounded familiar to her? For goodness sake she has never met the man! What if all this was simply in her imagination? She didn’t even know if she believed her own ears for what they heard.
For a brief moment Annabel looked at herself in the mirror, reflecting back to the Manager's declaration of her position now as Prima Donna. She couldn't fully comprehend it. What if it was a mistake? What if she couldn’t meet the expectations that were now set out for her? What if the disappointment was so vast that she was forced to leave the Opera Populair for good? Then her father’s dream would be shattered forever. She would never be able to forgive herself and carry the guilt along with it.