Date 2

"Hey, Cheshire, do you think this is good? Ah—no, what about this one? Or maybe… this?"

Alice's voice carried a mixture of excitement and nervous energy as she held up one dress after another, shifting through the collection in her wardrobe at an almost frantic pace.

Silky fabrics of varying colors draped over her arms, some slipping onto the floor in the chaos of her indecisiveness.

"B-but since it's our first official date, maybe I should go with the first one since it's white? White is classic, right? But then again…" She bit her lip, holding up a soft lavender dress against herself before quickly discarding it. "No, maybe something more elegant—ahhh, this is hard!"

Sitting lazily atop a plush pillow nearby, Cheshire flicked his tail and observed her struggle with an amused glint in his sharp, green eyes.

A sense of déjà vu stirred within him.

He had seen this before.

Yes, exactly this.