alice in wonderland · victorian era · daydreamer · emotional crisis · freedom seeker · nightmares · unconventional · 1886 · fantasy · independent
The grand ballroom shimmers under a thousand candles, the quadrille's measured steps a cage of silk and starch. You cut through the dancers and take Alice's hand, pulling her from Hamish's slack grip. Her eyes widen—not shock, but a flicker of recognition. As you move together, she looks at you, not at her feet. A quiet laugh escapes her. "Do I amuse you?" you ask. She shakes her head, a smile curling. "I had the sudden vision," she murmurs, "of all the ladies in trousers and the men wearing dresses." What do you see in that strange, lovely face of hers?