The next few weeks At Marmoreal went by quickly. Alice's infirmaries had healed more rapidly than she anticipated and thanks to one of Mirana's potions the bruising in her face had totally dissipated. Mirana and everyone else were happy to hear that Tarrant and Alice were intending on marrying. The White Queen herself insisted on helping Alice plan the wedding; however in the midst of one of their meetings she noticed that Alice looked quite glum for a split second. After gently inquiring as to why she looked a trifle sad, Alice confessed that she wished her sister Margaret would be able to attend the ceremony.

Mirana had then winked at her, and led her to a small room off the castle that held on antique yet ornate oversized looking glass. That very evening, Alice and Tarrant walked through that very mirror and ended up in the Kingsleigh estate. Alice had been shocked to find that only a day and a fortnight had passed since she'd left London.

After seeking out Margaret, whom had to sit down after she was thoroughly shocked when Alice introduced Tarrant as her betrothed, Alice went to fetch a tea tray and bought it back to the room. Margaret watched agog as Alice expertly served Tarrant, her and then herself. She could hardly believe this was the same younger sister that she had to practically have a pull with just to wear stockings, never mind her apparent easiness with domestics.

After the astonishment wore off when Alice explained how she and Tarrant knew each other and that Mother knew about him, Margaret finally found her voice. "And to think that I believed Mother was going mad when she told me about this strange yet congenial gentleman with a shock of orange curls that visited her nightly and served her tea and read to her."

"Does this mean you'll come to our wedding?" Alice asked hopefully.

"Yes…yes darling. Although how will I get there?"

"We'll come for you," Tarrant answered happily.

The day before the wedding, Alice and Tarrant came back through the looking glass as promised, this time landing in the Manchester estate. Seemingly content with her sister's newfound happiness, Margaret grabbed Alice by the hand and left Tarrant in the sitting room with Lowell, who continued to eye the top hatted figure with curious speculation.

"Alice, what should I bring to…Underland is it?" Margaret asked, peering inside of her closet once they were in her bedroom.

"Well, you won't need much. In fact I was hoping you'd agree to be my bridesmaid. Tarrant has actually already made you a wonderful gown."

"How could he have done that?" Margaret asked in surprised. "He hasn't even measured me, and besides I thought he was a milliner."

"Yes, he is a milliner by trade but he can also make the most wonderful garments. And he doesn't have to take measurements. He's quite good in that manner."

Smiling at her sister, Margaret leaned over to hug Alice. "I'm happy for you, I truly am," she told her. The two then returned to the sitting room to gather the men. After Tarrant directed the Manchesters on how to step through the looking glass, the four shortly found themselves back at Marmoreal. Alice had to stifle back a laugh when she saw Lowell clasping tightly onto his wife's arm, a look of utter disbelief on his pale face.

Mirana, whom was being trailed by Bayard came fluttering down the hallway to greet her guests. Bayard said hello to everyone, and surprisingly Margaret took it in a great stride, unlike her husband whose jaw promptly slackened. "I think I'm going mad," he muttered to his wife.

"No Lowell, here the animals, flowers and even some dishware can talk. You aren't going mad," Alice told him, fighting back a fit of laughter. She was holding onto Tarrant's hand and had to squeeze it warningly, feeling his body trembling as he also fought to hold back his mirth.

"Margaret, it's lovely to meet you," Mirana said. "Lowell, shall we get you a cup of tea after we get you settled in your room?"

"It would be nice, thank you," he replied gruffly, still trying to take everything in. Mirana, unfazed by his reaction led the couple to their suite. After shouting to Margaret that she'd be a minute, Alice and Tarrant had to hold onto each other to keep from falling over as tears of laughter flooded their eyes.

"I must say, your sister has a great deal of Muchiness, much more than I thought she'd have," Tarrant told Alice.

"Yes!" Alice replied, still laughing. "I must admit I'm quite surprised as well."

That evening after supper, Lowell retired back to his and Margaret's suite to lie down while Alice escorted her sister to Tarrant's work room. Margaret was quite giddy when she saw the beautiful deep blue gown that was waiting for her, and ran behind the silk changing screen eager to try on the dress.

"You're right Alice, this is magnificent!" she said, stepping out from behind the screen and standing in front of the ornate three way mirror. "Your fiancé has magical fingers, he'd be quite profitable in London," Margaret continued, still twirling around and looking in the mirror in awe. Hearing a small knock at the door, Margaret and Alice turned to see Mally walking in. After introducing the two, Mally complimented Margaret on her dress.

"Tarrant made it for her; Margaret is going to be my bridesmaid. There's one for you also Mally," Alice continued with a smile. Seeing Mally grin happily, Alice picked up the matching four inch long dress and brought it down to the dormouse. Mally threw down her hatpin sword to happily accept the dress and then ran behind the silk screen, also eager to try on her new wares.

Alice laughed to herself as she picked up Mally's hatpin from the floor. After a moment Mally reappeared from behind the screen and stood in front of Margaret in the three way mirror, feeling quite pleased with herself as Margaret and Alice complimented her.

After wistfully taking off their dresses, Alice led Margaret and Mally to a large suite that Mirana was allowing her to use. Alice had still found it difficult to return her designated blue and white bedroom, as it still made her think of the horrid creature that had tried to kill her, and Mirana was very understanding. This new, larger room resembled a bridal suite and was decorated in Mirana's custom stark white, although Alice didn't mind terribly.

The three lay among the oversized white bed in the middle of the room, chatting and laughing about. Alice filled Margaret in on everything that had happened since returning to Underland, and she listened intently without interrupting. Mally was only too happy to recant her story in how she helped to save Alice from the evil "Maìri", going into specifics with her sword, dashing about as her little feet slipped in between the stitches of the white satin duvet.

After finishing her store, Mally excused herself and hopped down off the bed and ran out of the suite. Margaret took that opportunity to speak with Alice about a few private matters. "I know about Lowell kissing Hattie at your engagement party," she confessed after a minute. Feeling shocked, Alice remained quiet, unsure of what to say at that point. "I know about a few other… unfortunate misgivings of Lowell's also. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm telling you all of this," Margaret continued.

An unreadable expression on her face, Alice nodded slightly.

"I'm telling you this because I know that you're truly happy and I'm glad that you didn't settle. I'm a bit envious I must admit," Margaret went on. "But I'm content for now; it seems that Lowell has learned his lesson."

A smile playing at her lips, Alice couldn't help herself. "What did you do to him?" she asked mischievously.

Biting her lip, Margaret laughed as she reminisced in teaching her wayward husband a lesson. "I disappeared for a week. Well, I went back to Mother; it was right after you'd left for China. And serve him right. He came round to the house day and night asking for me and the servants had been given explicit orders to tell no one of my appearance. Well! When I finally returned he was in a right sorry state, Lowell hadn't bathed or shaved or so much as eaten scant more than a morsel it seemed. He instantly clutched onto my dress begging my forgiveness."

Rolling over with laughter, Alice begged for Margaret to continue.

"I told him that I was privy to his unfaithful behavior and that if he was insistent upon continuing it then I'd have no parts of it or him. Well! He was quite flustered but to be quite frank Alice, I'd had enough. I took a feather from your cap and figured that if I was insistent on staying proper and never saying what was on my mind that I'd never be happy, you know?"

Nodding in agreement, Alice rolled back onto her stomach and propped her head upon her hand. "Then what happened?"

"Well, after having a nice long chat we decided to give things another chance. And that night..well let's just say that I doubt Lowell will be chasing any other skirts for a very, very long time!"

Listening to Margaret burst into peals of laughter after her last sentence, Alice couldn't help but wondering if she'd missed something. Seeing the confused look on her face, Margaret smiled up at her sister. "Surely you're not that naïve, did Mother never speak to you of married affairs before your engagement party?"

"No…" Alice replied frowning.

"So you mean to tell…you know nothing?" Margaret pressed on.

"Well I'm not that ignorant, but is there something else I should know?" Alice countered, surprised at her sister's newfound Muchness.

Suddenly feeling quite shy, Margaret found herself unable to give more details. "Don't worry yourself about it dear," she continued. "Tarrant seems to be a very kind man; I know he'll be good to you."

Unaware as to why she was suddenly blushing, Alice was thankful when a knock at the door interrupted their banter, and in came Mally, Mirana carrying an armful of pretty, white gift boxes, and Fiela with a tray with a white teapot, teacups and delicate pastries. Fiela had just set the tray down and was about to exit the room when Alice invited her to stay. The young woman smiled and sat down to enjoy the festivities. Soon after everyone encouraged Alice to open her bridal showers gift, which consisted of a beautiful ivory lace nightgown from Margaret, another nightgown of blue silk from Mirana (to which Alice blushed furiously when Mally suggested out loud that she wear them for Tarrant, making the ladies giggle uncontrollably), an ornate lace headpiece from Mally ("'Atta helped me make it!" she'd cheerfully shared) and an antique set of hair combs with blue stones set in them from Fiela. The ladies enjoyed their refreshments and chatted at length until Mirana noticed Alice yawning.

"Alright, the bride-to-be needs her beauty rest," Fiela said, standing up. Everyone murmured in agreement, and made their moves to get up from their lounging positions. Right before Margaret left her room, Alice tightly hugged her sister once more and thanked her for coming. After she was alone, Alice slid beneath the white satin sheets feeling almost too excited to sleep. However, finally relieved that everything in her life had come full circle Alice felt quite content. Shortly after did she completely relax enough to allow herself to rest.

The next morning, Alice woke up feeling giddy with excitement. Too wound up to consume more than a cup of tea, she was thankful that Margaret and Fiela had come to her suite to offer their assistance. Margaret gently steered her sister towards the already filled tub, and waited outside and chatted with Fiela until Alice emerged from the bath thirty minutes later.

"I can't understand why I'm so nervous," Alice confessed, allowing Fiela to sit her down at the dressing table. After Margaret and Fiela fussed over her hair (Alice politely requested that they use as few hairpins as possible), Mirana entered the suite, Alice's delicate light blue and gold lace wedding gown draped over her arms.

After Mirana left, the ladies helped Alice into the ornate blue gown, with Margaret chiding Alice slightly about not wearing a corset or stockings. "Why am I even bothering?" she'd then asked good naturedly.

"I have no idea," Alice replied, her eyes twinkling. However, Alice conceded with Margaret on another issue, and thus sat very still and allowed her sister to paint her lips a shade slightly darker than her natural lip color.

"There, you're perfect!" Margaret stated after adjusting a few waylaid strands from the front of Alice's hair. Thankfully they'd only pinned back the front, allowing the rest of her curls to hang loose and free down her back. "Alice, I'm going to get ready and make sure Lowell is dressed and I'll be right back. Will you be fine on your own for a few minutes?"

After assuring her sister that she'd be alright, Alice then told Fiela that she was also free to go ready herself. Once she was alone, Alice stood up and examined her appearance in the mirror. The dress was strapless and the skirt a tad more voluminous than Alice was accustomed to, with one ruffled layer over the skirt with two gold rosettes attached at the back. The gown skimmed over her slim figure and hugged in the most appropriate places lending her a most beguiling appearance.

Moments later Margaret returned along with Mallymkun, both wearing their dark blue bridesmaid's gowns. Margaret pinned the light blue lace wedding veil into Alice's hair, adjusting it till it draped perfectly over her curls. After her sister helped her into her shoes, a pair of lacy fingertip-less gloves completed Alice's ensemble. Soon after Fiela came back to Alice's suite, announcing that everyone was ready.

Feeling butterflies (bread and butterflies) fluttering about her stomach, Alice clung to Margaret's arm as she helped her totter her way out of the room, with Mally skipping ahead in front of them. Alice forced herself to walk slowly, unused to all of the pouf surrounding her legs. After making their way to the front of the castle, Mally and then Margaret led the way through the decorated arches of the grove. Tarrant was at the end, looking quite dashing dressed in full kilt regalia. His orange curls were pulled back into a beribboned queue, although his favorite hat sat atop his head.

After a bouquet (thankfully of non-talking flowers) was thrust into her hands, Alice made her way to her fiancé. Tarrant smiled widely as he took in the lovely vision of His Alice, and happily took her hand once they were standing side by side. After exchanging vows and rings ("This was my Mither's ring," Tarrant told Alice before slipping it onto her finger), the two kissed and everyone in the grove cheered.

The wedding party was then moved to the grand ballroom for the reception. Everyone kept coming up to Alice and Tarrant offering their congratulations which they both happily accepted each time. Alice peered over at her sister to see her and Lowell, whom was whispering in Margaret's ear causing her to blush and giggle at the same time. "Should I warn them about the Squimberry wine?" Alice asked Tarrant, gesturing to the other beaming couple in the room.

"Why ruin the surprise?" Tarrant replied, smiling at what he saw.

What Alice didn't know was that the night before Tarrant and Lowell had shared a good chat when the ladies weren't around. He'd told Lowell that he knew about his philandering ways and in no uncertain terms what he'd do to him if he found out that he'd hurt Margaret or Alice in any, shape or form ever again. Lowell had the grace to appear shamefaced and for some unfathomable reason opened up to the eccentric man. After reassuring Tarrant that his unfaithful days were in the past, he'd expressed that he really did love Margaret and didn't know what he'd do without her.

Lowell had then then complimented Tarrant on his hat, and after the Hatter offered to make him one, he'd pulled out a flask of good whisky and passed it to Tarrant while offering his congratulations.

After the revelry was nearly over with, Alice found her way back to her sister. "I do wish you could stay longer," she told Margaret, squeezing her hand gently.

"Well actually, the White Queen invited Lowell and I to stay for a bit longer if we wished," Margaret replied smiling, while looking over at Lowell who appeared to be having a most amusing conversation with the Tweedles. Lowell then promptly jumped in fright when Chessur decided to materialize right next him and grin widely, causing the Tweedles to laugh uproariously. Lowell found that he was unable to get upset and ended up in stitches himself.

"I have to say, I haven't seen Lowell this...carefree in a long time," she continued. "I should really thank you for sharing Underland with us."

"Well I'm glad that I was able to prove that I wasn't totally mad," Alice replied mirthfully. "But if we don't see you before you leave, there's always the looking glass."

"And you and your husband are always welcomed in our home. Mrs. Hightopp."

Alice smiled at hearing her new last name, while looking down at the tartan rosette that Tarrant had pinned to her dress. After hugging her sister one last time, Alice walked back over to her husband. "Ready love?" he asked, dropping a kiss to Alice's head.

"Yes, I think we should sneak out now, else we'll never make it out of here," Alice continued, nuzzling closer towards Tarrant.

The couple had decided to return back to the Windmill right after the wedding. Mirana was lending them her own mare and carriage to escort them back and was going to personally make sure that Thackery, Mally and Chessur remained at Marmoreal as to not intrude upon their honeymoon.

After catching Mirana's eye, the White Queen winked at Alice and secretly waved the two out while she made the rounds with the rest of the remaining guests. After Tarrant produced a deep blue velvet cloak which he draped over Alice's shoulders, he escorted her out of the castle and into the moonlit night, where Mirana's gleaming white mare awaited in front. After they were both tucked into the carriage Alice panicked slightly, asking Tarrant how did the horse know which way to go without a driver and the mare had called back over her shoulder that she didn't need a driver but thank you for the concern. Alice clapped her hands over her mouth, fighting back a fit of embarrassed laughter and decided to sit back and silently enjoy the ride.

Alice rested her head against Tarrant's shoulder as the mare slowly pulled the carriage along. She entwined her fingers with his, watching as the moonlight shone off their wedding bands. Tarrant's mother's ring was beautiful; it had a large diamond in the center with smaller diamonds studded in the gold around it, and there were blue stones within the lattices.

Alice had picked out a simple yet heavier gold band for Tarrant, yet had their names engraved on the inside. To her immense surprise and relief as Alice had no previous experience with picking out men's jewelry, Tarrant loved his ring. Realizing that the carriage had suddenly come to a halt, Tarrant and Alice lifted their heads to peer out of the small window, seeing the Windmill in their view.

Tarrant climbed out of the carriage and then lifted Alice down, not wanting her to trip over her gown. After bidding Mirana's mare goodnight and watching her turn around and amble back down the moonlit path, Tarrant picked Alice up and carried her into the house. As if sensing their presence, the many lamps and candles lit themselves brightly illuminating the room. Still carrying Alice, Tarrant turned sideways to allow room for her dress to fit and walked them both up the small spiral staircase.