On hearing the knock at her door, Liza rushed toward it, turning the knob and pulling the door wide open. As she had hoped, it was Alice. Finally!
The first thing she noticed was Alice’s clothing, she wasn’t wearing her ball gown, but instead a hoodie and a skirt. The next thing she noticed was Alice’s expression. Her face held a mixture of tiredness and worry.

“Alice,” Liza said, standing in the door, arms at her sides,”your finally back. Where...where have you been? And what happened to your dress? Where did you get these clothes? Though more importantly, why do you look so upset, your a mess.”

Though Liza’s tone sounded rather demanding, and a little harsh, her soft features were pocked by worry and concern. What was going on Liza wondered to herself. Something must have happened at the ball. Could something have happened with Dalton. The thought though was swept from her mind, Dalton wouldn’t hurt a fly. She stepped to her right and motioned for Alice to come inside.
“Look, have a seat, and tell me what’s up. I was worried.”