"I'm sorry you can't come with me Darling." "Hollis, please don't look at me like that! It's for wor- Cheshire no! Give me back my shoes! I need those!" "Where's my pho-? Hollis!" "Cheshire, please! I need to go now!" "I'll bring you back food. Yes. Promise. Seared tuna, just how you like it."
After a dozen little kisses, long and short and pinky swears about bringing him home food, Hollis had finally let her leave the flat to make it to her dinner with her editor. It had been a couple months, at least before Halloween, since they last met and Dyann needed to run some ideas by her. One of them involving Hollis being her new illustrator. No one she knew could capture the ideas, well- they were actual memories, she had about Wonderland. About the world she had ran rampant through and barely made it out with her head still attached. Hollis, however, could barely pay attention to what she was saying and was able to paint a picture that took her breath away. It only made sense to her to get him the job. The sales would go through the roof, and it would give him a chance to earn money without having to fret over undercutting bosses. He wouldn't tell her why he wanted money so badly, she made sure he had everything he could ever want. Without a fuss though, she let him go off in search of a job- which he did get, even if she didn't approve of the entire worlds eyes being fixed upon his slender frame. It made her cheeks boil just thinking about it.
As she sat in the back of the cab, she let her mind wander on all the questions she had, and the answers she would have for her editor. She had pretty much avoided her after running into Hollis, because so much had happened so fast. Truth be told, she was still worn out from Halloween. Here it was the beginning of January and she was still heavily affected by the events that had taken place this past October. When you live three years of your life in a lie, only to have them all confirmed in the events of one night, it takes a lot to get over. Not to mention the budding relationship her and Hollis were entwining themselves in. Resting her forehead against the cool glass of the cab, she sighed softly as memories of the two of them in Wonderland flitted through her head.
He was the only one who took the effort to help her- even if it was in his own twisted way. Chock-full of riddles and rhymes, he had guided her through Wonderland in her search for the elusive White Rabbit. To this day she was still dreadfully curious as to what he was late for. Why would something so innocent want to work for the dreadful Queen of Hearts? A shudder ran up her spine as she thought of the Red Queen. She was a right mess, that woman. Sending people to their beheading all because they didn't agree with her. Placing a hand upon her throat, Dyann found the necklace Hollis had given her. That was another question that ate away at the back of her mind: If he was only trying to help her, why did he send her to the Queen? Surely there had to be another way for her to get out without going through her Rose Garden Maze and playing a rather off-balanced game of croquet, which ended with her almost losing her head. Honestly, if it hadn't been for the King of Hearts trying to be a fair ruler, she would not have made it home.
Pushing the questions to the back of her mind, she came back to her own world when the cab stopped and the cabby spoke the total. Paying for the tab, she slipped out of the cab and made her way into the little restaurant and gave her name at the waiting desk. "Carroll.," she spoke clearly, with just a hint of her accent playing with the name. When the young woman behind the desk stared at her with an open-mouthed expression, Dyann waved her hand and gave a small laugh. "Oh no, I know what you're thinking. I am not related to this 'Lewis Carroll' fellow everyone thinks." She was rather curious about this Carroll who knew of her adventures. Could the Portal have been opened for that long? But how would he have been able to find her? There wasn't anyone following her when she was there. At least- none that she was aware of.
Once her name was cleared she was escorted to the small little circular table that already had a bottle of champagne sitting in the little ice bucket. It was still empty. Clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth as she was seated, she pulled out her phone and looked at the time. No, she wasn't early. Because of Hollis' little game of hide-and-seek for her heels, she was ten minutes late. Apparently her editor was running late as well, and had called to keep the reservation on the table. Jumping a bit at the sound of the bottle being opened, Dyann looked up at the waiter, who was grinning as he poured her a glass. She gave him an unimpressed look as she took the glass from his hand. Taking a sip, she couldn't help but give a small giggle at the way the bubbles tickled her nose- but she composed herself. She wasn't with Hollis at the moment- she needed to act like an adult, not like the 7 year old girl she always acted like when she wasn't in public.
"I'll take the Shrimp Scampi, with a side salad- honey vinaigrette drizzle, please." She handed the young man the menu and as he started to walk away, she beckoned him back. "Also, I'd like two large pieces of seared tuna, with no crust. Just barely warm, if you'd please. I'll take it last, when I'm on my way out, if you wouldn't mind." She smiled up at him and sent him on his way, taking another sip from her glass and smiling at the tickle. There were so many ideas she had, wherever in the world was her Editor? Glancing at her phone, she wrinkled her nose. It had been twenty minutes. This wasn't like her, not at all. So there was a bit of worry in her voice as she dialed the number and held her phone to her ear. It rang, and rang, before her answering machine finally picked up. "Yes, hello? Hi! It's um, it's Dyann. We had reservations tonight, and had some business to discuss. So, if you're running late, or aren't able to make it, please give me a call." Sighing heavily as she hung up, she went to take another sip from her glass when she noticed it was empty. Oh, apparently she was thirstier than she thought?
She was about to pour herself another glass when the waiter brought out her salad, and she gave a small blush when he commented on such a pretty girl dining by herself. "She's just running a little late. She should be here soon. Oh- thank you." Nodding to him as he refilled her glass. After he walked away, she looked down at her salad and was surprised at how hungry she really was. Unfolding her napkin and placing it in her lap, she took her fork and stabbed at a tomato, and relaxed greatly as the acid of the small thing mixed so pleasantly well with the honey vinaigrette. It was a small party in her mouth, and she was saddened that Hollis wasn't here to enjoy it with her. With the fork still resting upon her lips, she sighed softly to herself. She couldn't take Hollis to a place like this, he would be dreadfully uncomfortable. There was also the fact that she didn't think she could handle him being in a suit for long. A grin played across her lips as she thought about the suit he wore to his interview the other day. The heat from her blush colored her cheeks, and she took another sip of her champagne to keep herself from thinking too long on Hollis is a suit.
The tablecloth shifted a bit, and she looked up, expecting to see her Editor when she was shocked. There was a tall, dark, and handsome man sitting across from her. The blush flooded her cheeks again as she licks at her lips softly to find the courage to speak. "O-oh. Um. That seat's taken Sir. It-it's for my Editor. She should be here, any minute." Oh God what was she going to do? She didn't want to make a scene, but she also didn't want this dark-haired stranger staying. Never before had she been glad that Hollis had stayed home. He would've clung to her and hissed at the gentleman. That would have been something to explain- a hissing date.