Tarrant's step was steady and graceful, and he walked slowly toward Alice, as if the whole hall had disappeared and she was the only one left. His gaze was still locked in Alice's eyes, the deep purple pupil shimmering with an unquenchable tenderness. When he reached her side, he bent slightly and held out his hand. His voice was low and gentle. "Alice, may I have the honor?"
Alice smiled and nodded, slipping her hand gently into Tarrant's. The palms of the two men touched, and for an instant, almost the whole fairyland was quiet. Several of the suitors just left smiling. With a gentle tug, Tarrant led her slowly toward the center of the hall, where the dancing wonderland residents all focused their eyes on the couple with reverence.
The dance floor in the center of the hall is illuminated by the starlight and candlelight. The light of the crystal lamp, like a flowing river of stars, filled the whole ground, reflecting their every step. The royal band played another dance, and Tarrant gently lifted Alice's hand and spun her around, her skirt swinging gracefully like a flower in the wind. Every movement is full of tacit understanding and harmony, as if they had practiced this dance in countless dreams.
Tarrant's movements are precise and gentle, holding Alice's waist with both hands and leading her through a graceful spin. With the rhythm of the music, Tarrant's every step is steady and powerful, and Alice's movements are like water, the dance is easy as part of her instinct. Their footsteps are like stars chasing each other, sometimes close, sometimes separated, dance light and full of tension, as if every step is silent to tell each other's emotions.
"You look like a real queen today." Tarrant whispered, his voice soft and appreciative, a flicker of pride in his eyes. His eyes never left her face, as if he wanted to imprint her every twinkle and smile forever in his mind.
Alice chuckled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "And you, Tarrant, look like a prince."
She could finally get a good look at Tarrant's ball attire: he was still wearing the top hat, wearing a delicate ink-blue frock coat with a neat red waistcoat and white shirt that gleamed delicately in the light. The elaborate gold thread on the dress outlines the complex pattern, which is winding like a wave, elegant and full of vitality. Neckline wearing a colorful velvet bow tie, and his purple pupil set off each other, appear mysterious and attractive. A belt studded with silver buckles was tied around his waist, and the line of the kilt was capable, setting off his slender figure. The whole outfit has the elegance of a gentleman and the unique fantasy atmosphere of wonderland, striped stockings and brown pointed shoes make the whole dance step easy.
Tarrant laughed, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. "The Mad Hatter is always the Madhat. I dare not compare myself to the Prince." He said, but the movement was more fluid, taking her around the dance floor like the wind. Alice's skirt danced as he led her, as if she were floating in midair, effortlessly. She found it strange that in the real world, she was generally around to enjoy any dance at a party. But in wonderland, the dance with Tarrant was so smooth.
The surrounding residents of Wonderland watched them dance as if they were completely captivated by the scene. The young men and women smiled involuntarily and even began to sway slightly to their rhythm. Alice's friends - like Maxwell the White Rabbit and Abtham the Caterpillar - were standing in the crowd, staring at her, full of joy. Maxwell nervously wiped his pocket watch, but the smile on his lips betrayed his inner joy. Absentmindedly puffed on his hookah, blowing occasional puffs of smoke. "Alice is always so good. No surprise."
The Red Queen stood on the dais, frowning slightly. She stared at the two of them on the dance floor, a trace of mixed emotions flashing in her eyes. The Red Queen has always been strong and proud, but at this moment, her eyes actually revealed a bit of emotion and faint nostalgia. She slowly turned her head to look at the White Queen, who was still elegant and calm, with a faint smile on her lips, as if she were satisfied with what was happening.
"I'd like to catch up with Time." The Red Queen said softly, with a little helplessness and faint appreciation in her voice. The White Queen did not answer, but nodded slightly, her eyes still looking tenderly at Alice.
The dance floor spins slowly, and the music moves into a soft melody. Tarrant pulled Alice close, their foreheads almost touching, their breaths mingling, their eyes only looking at each other.
"Tarrant," Alice whispered, a soft smile in her voice, "I think I dreamed I'd be dancing with you on a night like this."
"I seem to have dreamed it too." Tarrant's voice was just as low and soft. "A night like this. I'll never forget it."
At the end of the song, around the dance floor, the residents of Wonderland began to clap their hands spontaneously, following the beat of the music, and the beat was slow and harmonious. Once again, there was low laughter and whispering in the crowd, as if everyone were intoxicated by the wonderful dance. There was warmth and joy in the air, and everyone was content for the moment.
Tarrant and Alice's dance gradually stopped, but they still stood in each other's arms, eyes intertwined, as if everything around them had gone away, only each other.