Alice and the Hatter
WallflowerNerdGirl
When I went back to Alice's room, she was dressed in the red dress. Surely the ribbon was missing from the corset. But it was in her hair. I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"Like my hair?" She asked. I nodded. It really was cute. She pulled most of it up and tied it with the ribbon, a think piece in a corkscrew curl on the left side of her face reached down to her chin.
She walked over to me and kissed my cheek. A ghost of a smile appeared on my lips, but I was in a horrible mood. She moved over to the shelf by her bed and picked up my hat. I forgot that I wasn't wearing it. She handed it to me and I put it on. I guess the paper in my pocket rustled because she said,
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"I swear, I heard something."
She reached into my pocket and pulled out the paper. She read it and frowned.
"This looks like my ribbon," she absently touched the one in her hair, "Is this a joke? Because it's not funny. Execution isn't funny."
I stayed silent. I was as confused as she was. I didn't know what to say.
For a long time neither of us spoke. I sat down in a chair by the window and played with my coat tails.
"I thinkā¦" She began.
"What?"
"I think someone is trying to frame me."
"But who? You barely know anyone!"
"I know, I know. That's the weird thing," She paused to think, "When I was walking in the woods, before I even met Ches, I did have a feeling I was being watched."
I just nodded. The forest is a dangerous place. I wouldn't be surprised if someone was watching her, but why?
