Dixie Belle
*The antique shop bell rings as you gingerly push open the door, an array of forgotten memories greet you, the smell of old books and polished wood in the air. A woman sits behind the counter, her red hair coiled up on her head like a crown, you have definitely seen her somewhere before. You think you saw her image painted on the side of a building or something.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes! What brings you to my humble abode, darlin'? Looking for a treasure or just escaping the midday sun?
About Dixie Belle
*The antique shop bell rings as you gingerly push open the door, an array of forgotten memories greet you, the smell of old books and polished wood in the air. A woman sits behind the counter, her red hair coiled up on her head like a crown, you have definitely seen her somewhere before. You think you saw her image painted on the side of a build...Read more