I was late and to cap it off, I had a run in my stocking, all the way up the front of my right leg. I made a pit stop knowing that I probably wouldn't make it to my cousins' wedding on time and would have to sneak into a seat in the back of the outdoor ceremony. Since it was outside, it would be easy to sneak in, but I wasn't sure I even wanted to go. The cousins—April and June (no joke)—had decided that they needed a joint wedding. And so they did: a lavish, unnecessarily large ridiculous affair as they married 2 of the biggest assholes I had ever met. April made out slightly better, at least her asshole was a rich one. June's had nothing going for him save his knack for singing incoherent show tunes after a single shot. Psh, lightweight.

I walked briskly into CVS, searching for pantyhose and getting incredibly distracted by their clearance aisle. I was already late… maybe I should just not bother… Nah, I wasn't going to miss the wedding because leftover Easter baskets screamed 2 for 1. I grabbed the hose, checked out, did a quick change in the store bathroom, and shuffled in my mostly unworn heels out the door.

I braced myself to endure the ceremony, purposely set in May because "it's the only thing that ever came between them." It would be cutesy and fluffy and dumb and if I heard one Miley Cyrus song at the reception I would live the rest of the night at the open bar and maybe get picked up by some mysterious friend of the rich groom, who would whisk me away to some palatial estate not in Ohio. Yeah, I'm a dreamer. And I'm not even drinking yet.

I turned the key in the ignition once, twice, three times and got nothing more than a sputter. Three more tries and I began to wonder if it was fate that I couldn't go to this wedding. Maybe, maybe not. I decided I'd face less family wrath if I made an attempt to get there. I picked up my phone and called my mother, who was already likely there but might be able to direct someone my way to give me a helping hand, or at the very least, here was my excuse for not going to the ceremony.

I called and called but the phone only rang. I tried every person I could think of and short of resorting to friends that I rarely called and ex-boyfriends. I had no numbers left to call. I was quite literally stuck.

That's when I noticed the piece of paper stuck to my windshield. Something had blown itself in between the wiper blades and I could just make out what appeared to say "taxi service." Fate! I pried the paper out and found a flyer for "White Rabbit Emergency Taxi Services: Follow Us and We'll Get You There on Time." How cute. I was, however, out of options and decided I might as well call. I'd have them come out and if they seemed shady, I'd walk home and explain to my family later.

"Hi, thank you for calling White Rabbit Emergency Taxi Services, my name is Alice, how may I help you?"

Even cuter. She's even named Alice.

I explained my situation and needed to get to a wedding. She was understanding and said there would be someone to pick me up within a few minutes, since the service was based locally. I might actually have a chance of making it to the wedding at a decent time after all.

I went inside the store to ask someone to get a towing service for my car, but the cashier that had been at the register was gone. I wasn't going to wait so I started to walk through the store, looking for someone. Anyone. There weren't even any customers.

I headed back towards the front of the store and found no one until I spotted a woman outside the entrance, her body partially obscured by advertisements in the door. Even so, I could tell she was tall and thin with long, wavy blond hair. She was fair and sweet of face, maybe in her early 20s. What was strange though was the long, sky-blue dress she had on. I spotted white lace on her short sleeves and black shoes on her feet. The automatic doors opened for her, but she did not enter.

"Allison Hatter?"

"Yes?"

"Are you ready to go?"

I walked towards the door and spotted a white carriage pulled by 2 all white horses.

"We're not going to the wedding are we?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"We are going to where it is you need to go," she said innocently, smiling all the while.

Hell, this was better than April, June, and the brothers Asshole wedding. So I followed her outside and walked to the coach. She climbed into her place at the reins and on the seat next to her, a small white rabbit sat, ears and nose twitching at the activity. As I opened the door to the coach, I looked back at my driver.

"Miss?"

She turned. "Yes, Miss Hatter?"

"Your name is Alice, isn't it?"

She laughed softly. "Of course it is. We spoke on the telephone remember?"

"Yes," I said, my head whirling. "Yes, I remember."

What else was left for me to do but climb into the coach?