[color=“#e9a189”]”No-“[/color] [color=”#b75548”]”Margo-“[/color] ”No,“ this was not the first time Margaret tuned out everything around her, refusing to listen to what someone was saying or at least trying to say to her, including her beloved older sister that was chasing her through the back door. Of course she would give you a chance and try to hear you out but the moment she hears something she doesn’t like or thinks of something better she could do at that moment, you’ll completely lose her attention. One might find that rude but if you’re close to Margaret it’s something you know you can always expect, something her family got used to and no matter how many times they tell her she needs to work on that she will always ignore them. Especially if she hears “husband” or “marriage” somewhere in their sentence. ”You’ll never marry if you keep behaving that way.” “You’ll learn how to listen to your husband.”
Let’s start with a simple, easy question - why would Margo ever have to listen to someone else? Someone she “has to marry one day” because that’s what everyone expects of a lady like herself? Another question being why does she have to marry at all? Why should she be so excited about her first presentations to the queen? In Margo’s humble opinion that was one of the most ridiculous things she’s seen other ladies do, including her own sister just a few years ago. Even as a child Margaret was never fond of that idea, that oh so special event. But that’s not to say that Margaret doesn’t believe in love and doesn’t want to find someone who’ll treat her the way she sees her father treating her mother - it’s just the way everything plays out, the huge deal everyone makes out of it. Letting the queen judge her, watching gentlemen pick between girls, pick whichever one would fit most into whatever they planned for the future. Well, Margaret has a whole future planned out for herself and it doesn’t include getting married so young to someone she knows nothing about.
”You know we all want only best for you, love, why don’t you trust us on this?“ Her long waves now bouncing behind her as she walked down the stairs that led to the back garden, nothing but a simple, flowy dress on her as she carried a big basket with her gardening tools, Margo already forgot her sister was still behind her, still trying to talk to her. Not something you’d see often on the Hastingston estate considering Barbara, Margaret’s sister was no longer living there - someone chasing Margaret through the garden being a strange thing and not her carrying something she can let one of her brothers, or even better, gardeners do. But that is Margaret Hastingston for you.
[color=“#b75548”]”Can you leave that for a second and just look at m- We have gardeners for that, you know that, right?“[/color] See? Even Barbara agrees. [color=”#b75548”]”Margar-“[/color] [color=“#e9a189”]”I can’t beli- How many times have I told Jude not to step on- This is getting ridicu- And where are my glov-“[/color] Mumbling more to herself, only acknowledging that someone was next to her, Margaret dropped down to her knees not minding how dirty her dress will get, putting down the heavy basket. [color=”#b75548”]”Margar-“[/color] [color=“#e9a189”]”I could’ve sworn they were in here, unless-“[/color] [color=”#b75548”]”MARGARET!“[/color] [color="#e9a189”]”WHAT?“[/color] A very common conversation you might overhear between two ladies, isn’t it? Raising her own voice Margo looked up at her sister only to find her sister’s serious gaze already on her. ” I apologize - how may I help your sister, dear?“ A loud sigh left Margaret’s mouth as she attempted to continue what she started, or what she wanted to do before she was so rudely interrupted, but this time listening to what Barbara wanted to tell her.
[color=“#b75548”]”Father and mother would be very proud of you Margo-“[/color] [color=”#e9a189”]”Proud that I put on a pretty dress and stood in front of the queen with my pretties smile, having everyone staring at how pretty I am-“[/color] [color=“#b75548”]”Don’t do that-“[/color] [color=”#e9a189”]”Proud of letting a stranger lay a hand on me oh so gently, of marrying me because I come from a good famil-“[/color] [color=“#b75548”]”That’s not- Can you not- Don’t do that. You’re making it sound like we’re asking you to do God knows what. I wouldn’t be here, trying to help you if wasn’t happy with where I ended up. And no, don’t try to tell me I was lucky and that doesn’t mean every girl gets her happy ending, I know how you think, I’m just asking you to do this one thing, just this one time and if you hate it as much as you think you’ll hate it then fine! That is completely acceptable, just don’t be so stubborn about it… Don’t you want to… Remember what we did when we were kids- [/color] [color=”#e9a189”]”You mean - remember what I made you do when we were kids?“[/color] [color=“#b75548”]”I will help you find the most fitting dress, teach you everything you need to know, we will have such a pleasant time together… Please, Margo.[/color] Looking back up at her sister, she found her stretching her arm out for her, the subtle pout on her lips that would make everyone give in. It sometimes works on Margo too but she knows it’s only her way of trying to get what she wants - this one time Margo will let it slide. [color=”#e9a189”]”I don’t promise anything,“[/color] taking her sisters hand, she stood up, looking down at her muddy dress without a care; but not the same thing could be said about Barbara. Her expression changed to something that represented disgust she tried to hide but obviously couldn’t. ”I can accept that for now.“