Past: Wonderland, Wedding Day
T he Pillar and the Queen’s sister kissed. She had to bow down a little to kiss him. She was wearing the fanciest wedding dress, made from the feathers of swans, and the Pillar was wearing a blue tuxedo, buttoned with pieces of gold. He was wearing a hat which he hadn’t done before. Actually, the hat belonged to the Hatter. The Queen had confiscated it the day she gave her sister the mushroom.
The Queen’s sister is so happy. The crowd is puzzled. The Hatter is older, shorter, uglier, and meaner. How come this beautiful girl loved him so much?
Her face was red from too much happiness. It’s like she had been in love with him for years. Rumors had it that she had been the one who proposed. Rumors also had it that she had been doing drugs, and he was her dealer.
None of that made sense, but none of the Wonderlanders spoke against it. None of them knew how to stop a girl so madly in love.
The Pillar had made sure everything went smoothly, so he’d brought his hookah along. A few puffs here and there and the crowd got dizzy, giggled, and were happier than the bride. The wedding wasn’t just the happiest day in the Pillar’s life, but it was also good business. He’d made a few high-class clients as well. He used to say the difference between ‘wed,’ and ‘weed’ was just the added letter E. Nothing much.
Flowers showered the bride and the groom, and the Queen’s guards played the music. Wonderland had been so colorful that day. A dark day full of rainbows.
The Pillar winked at the Queen while ushering his bride to his mushroom carriage. Instead of a pumpkin-shaped one, he had it mushroomed and smoked. It was long, like the limousine he would ride in the real world later. The Pillar liked long cars. Was he compensating for the shortness of other things on his behalf?
He rode in the carriage with his bride, and they drove away. The Queen’s sister couldn’t stop kissing him.
“I love you, so much, Pilly,” she said.
“Me too,” he arched an eyebrow in the backseat. “Just forget the Pilly thing. I like people calling me Pilla da Killa.”
She laughed, hand on her heart. “Why? Who are you planning to kill?”
He winked at her and leaned in to kiss her again.
“So, where are we spending the honeymoon?” she wondered.
“In my mushroom hut.”
“That’s it? I thought you’d take me to—”
“Trust me, the mushroom hut is the best,” he explained. “As long as we smoke the hookah, in our minds we’ll be visiting anywhere in the world.”
She laughed again. Even his chauffeur was annoyed. How did the Pillar get the girl to love him so much?
She rested her head on his chest and patted him. “I love you so much, Pilla da Killa. I wonder if you love me as much.”
The Pillar grinned. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, White Queen. No idea.”