Alice through the Looking Glass, Darkly
Church bells chimed from afar. Alice counted them; one, two, three. It was almost time to make her entrance. Hidden behind the doorway, she watched as the guests arrived. Their elaborate dress mirrored her own. Mimicking French pastries was the current fashion. Alice was trapped inside a blue frosting gown with candy bows and ribbons of pink attached throughout the sickly sweet pattern. The white lace fringe was piped along her sleeves, neckline and anywhere else spare fabric could have been sewn. It was the day of her nineteenth birthday, but she had no smiles to spare.
Suddenly, the bells stopped. The maids voice called out to her. Alice grasped her side where the whale bone corset dug into her ribs. As she tried to draw breaths, the lacing pulled tighter. She had to escape. Alice ran to the farthest place she could think of. She rushed through the parlor and to the back staircase towards the attic door. As much as she begged, it w