Alice tried. She truly did. But the pants seemed to stop midway up her thighs and wouldn't go any higher no matter how much she shimmied, tugged, and pulled at them. What had happened? How did everything go so wrong? Had she taken the wrong measurements? Used the wrong materials? Gained some weight? She had snacked an awful lot while tailoring the clothes during the past few weeks, weeks that she now saw had been completely wasted. Why had she chosen so difficult a task? Why had she devoted so much time to a failed endeavor that she'd neglected the exercise and diet that she'd been on?
Hot tears ran down Alice's face. This just wasn't fair! She'd put everything she had into making this outfit work! All that effort for nothing! She dropped the pants to the ground, and flopped onto the bed, ignoring the fact that she'd be wrinkling the rest of the outfit. What did it matter? They probably didn't fit too! Alice spent the next few minutes just lying on the bed, feeling sorry for herself.
With great effort, she wrenched her mind out of the mental freefall she had found herself in. So the suit that she had been tailoring was a bust. Yes, it was a shame, but she couldn't just lie down here and give up! That's what the old Alice, the nervous wreck she'd been before going to Buttercombe would have done. Sure, the boarding school had done a number on her waistline, but she'd also met a lot of friends there who had helped teach her how to become a stronger and better person. If she wanted to continue to be the kind of woman that they'd helped shape her into, she was going to have to move on!
There were still some perfectly good clothes in her wardrobe, after all, that she knew would fit her. None of them were as classy as the vest-and-dress pants combination that she'd been planning on wearing, but she'd still look professional-ish enough if she picked the right top and bottom. And if she had enough time, she might even be able to swing by a store on the way to the interview and snag some formal wear (if it was in her price range, that is).
Alice tilted her head and looked at the clock sitting on the bedside table.
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