"Come on, Sammy," came a chirpy response from a deceptively sweet voice. "Why such a cold greeting for such old friends?"
I didn't even get to roll my eyes as a young woman dropped right next to me, crossing her legs. I cheated a glance at her.
Princess Alice was dressed in black boot-cut trousers paired with a crisp white blouse, sleeveless cuts that put her lean but muscular arms on display.
Her fiery red hair was a work of art all on its own. A neat center part split it evenly before it flowed into twin Dutch braids that hugged her scalp, winding into small braided buns behind each ear. From those buns spilled a cascade of even more braids, these much thinner and reaching well past her shoulders, swaying whenever she moved.
The style would've looked excessive on anyone else.
Alice, however, pulled it off like the princess she was supposed to be.
