Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.2Read 13.1 first! This is the second half because dA doesn't allow long chapters to be posted. Sorry for the inconvenience.
If you see Alice in your mind's eye, flying down the low-angled front staircase of the villa, her skirts blown out from behind her in a long train, running steps rhythmic, her form gracefully urgent, her expression anxious and sober, the comparison between her and a princess whose time at the ball has run out ends when Alice's court shoes reached the gravel drive. She awoke then, and turning, saw the place lit with a strange haze; was it the foggy mist in the air, or was the house on fire? There was a fantastic crash, and the lights flickered once, the chandelier having been felled at last. The Hatter had reached one of the lit torches, and she could see him making wide gestures and heard him. Talking to himself.
Got to go back
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 13.1Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector. It encourages a man to be expansive, even reckless, while lie detectors are only a challenge to tell lies successfully.
Alice was not really the sort of girl who publicly participated in that peculiar sport known as goggling like a cod, which made her open-mouthed surprise upon her alighting into the marble entryway all the more archly enjoyable for the Hatter, who really began secretly to triumph when the apples of her cheeks appeared brightly and she smiled rhapsodic, actually showing her teeth for the first time since he'd seen her. She let loose the silk ruched opera cloak hooded about her and promptly forgot its existence as it was spirited safely away.
Everything for a ball becomes elevated into an excess we welcome with open arms, for gloves are not mere gloves but opera gloves, and great coats must be Inver