She laughs again when she hits the bed, arms spreading wide to touch the blankets, noticing she can’t reach the edge on either side of her hands. It really is the biggest bed she’s ever seen. “Don’t wrinkle the jacket,” she points at him, fixing him with a mock glare. “Or the tie.”

Kicking her heels off, Alice rolls onto her stomach, wiggling slightly to make sure his attention is on her. “Be nice to my dress, too.”

When he comes to unzip it, he’ll find that under her dress is merely a pair of underwear, lace and satin, with nothing covering her chest. With a dress like that—sleeveless, backless—she didn’t have any proper underthings to wear.

She doesn’t think he’ll mind.