Right this is my first fic so don't be too harsh about it! I just want to see what people think. Apologies for the length of the chapter
Alice
Ever since I was little I had dreamed of the same thing. I thought it a nightmare, for it was too full of wild and wonderful things for it to be anything other than my own imaginings. My father thought me mad for such ideas, yet his affectionate pride for this delirium was clear.
He soon left my mind and it's creations to dream a new nightmare alone, passing away as he did. This dream was similar to my last in the sense that the land in which it was set never varied, yet the events did. In this I dreamt of a man with pale complexion who suggested I remain with him in that world, rather than returning to my own. He seemed familiar in ways I could not describe, but this could only be due to his constant presence in my dreams. Neither his vibrant orange mane nor his fetching top hat could convince me to stay, and though I greatly wished to accept his invitation, every time my lips would perform the same movement and I would refuse. His large emerald eyes spoke of a sadness I had never known, and each night I awoke and wept for his sorrow.
No more did I have my father to console me and I was left with my mother who, on the contrary took little interest in the matter, and instead enjoyed to use what imagination she had to dream of my entering wedlock. She did not care for my opinion when it came to marriage: if she liked the suitor then it was my responsibility to follow.
I was fortunate enough to be parted from her all of 20 months, when I journeyed to China on business. Finally I was free from her fanciful ideas and I found myself able to turn my mind to things solely business related.
However, I soon had an amusing dilemma on my hands, and the problem was this: shortly after I had relieved myself of my mother's intentions I began to ponder one of my colleagues - a man of handsome visage and witty persona, who went by the name Henry Witting. Those who met him thought him charming and the conversation he provided delightful. But what interested me about this gentleman was his attitude towards me. He felt no inclination to treat me as some pretty doll to be dressed and presented as suited the occasion. He had a depth of understanding (though he did not share my imagination) that reminded me of my father. For that I was grateful and for that I loved him, so much so, that I am to marry him today.
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