When she smiles or attempts to smile, it curls and curves just like a normal smile should. Her lips are not particularly plump but they are not extremely thin. Her teeth are not a bright white but they are most certainly not yellowed. Her smile looks pretty on her pretty, oval face.
Until the smile continues to stretch. And stretch. And stretch. The stretching of her abnormal smile knows no bounds until it curves beneath her pretty green eyes and one could see the incisors looking like fangs bared. Her eyes, pretty and summer looking in their likeness, sharpen and stare unseemly.
The smile becomes a grin.
A grin which no man is attracted to. A smile which, when coaxed out by a joke or another smile, causes the chills.
Alice doesn't mean to cause discomfort (much less fear, she's caused enough already) but it happens and she can't stop it. When she practices smiling quietly in front of her looking glass, she sees that her smile is demure and gentle and small (until the Chesire Cat shows his grinning face, golden earring flashing this way and that and he says with a hypnotizing purr, "Your smile is always so charming Alice why don't you smile a little bigger? Like me? See?" and he'll grin, "We could be twins." Alice never manages to not grin back at him though).
So when the new lad, charming and intelligent and gentle (tender even) shyly asks if he can see her pretty smile, she obliges; after all she likes him quite a bit because he is so placid and understanding. So, she smiles. She feels something stir in her when he looks at her as she smiles so nicely. Something in that look makes her feel most special and nothing could ruin the moment; perfect in its simplicity.
Until she hears it. The Cat. He purrs in her ear, "Give him your best smile now Alice, your most special best smile."
She doesn't want to, but can't seem to stop as her lips stretch out and continue to curve until she shows her incisors and her eyes narrow and she feels that if she had a knife resting in her palm, she would have decapitated the now horrified young man before her.
The young man stammers that he is late for an earlier obligation and as he takes his leave, Alice knows she will never see him again. Turning to the mirror, small on the coffee table in the parlor, she sees that Cat: the Cat which she knows that no matter where she goes he will be there and nevereverevereverleaveherbe.
He grins at her so from within the mirror as if he had heard her thoughts.
"Your biggest most best smile now sweeting."
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um r & r? please?