Margaux
I knew she was coming.
I could hear her Kate's from a mile away. The 100mm heels echoing against the marble floor, closer and closer.
"Odette"
Her voice was confident. Commanding. She had years of practice keeping up her charade.
The stall door was pushed open when she received no reply.
Inferiority washed over me as I sat at the toe of her Louboutins under the intimidating gaze of her light brown eyes.
"Spare me the lecture, Rosie" I sulked cradling my head in my hands. I felt her shuffle next to me.
"Margaux" her voice was softer forcing me to look at her. Sometimes I forget she's the same little girl I used to dress up in my mother's vintage Chanel with me as we struted down the drawing room mimicking supermodels.
"I really thought he loved me Rosie" I sulked wiping my snot with the back of my hand, which would have disgusted Rose since she handed me her handkerchief "he told me he loved me".
She slid an arm around my head hugging me as I cried into her blouse. She said nothing. Didn't attempt to console me, didn't make any threats to him. She just held me. Let me sob into her tailored Chanel shirt and that's all I needed from her.
I felt myself running out of tears and Rosie must have noticed. Pulling away from me, she stares into my blue eyes.
"Margaux Odette Lamoignon"
Her delicate fingers take hold of my chin, forcing me to life my head.
"You are a marchioness".
Rising to her feet and extends a hand to me which I gratefully take meeting her height.
"Marchionesses don't cry over the middle-class".
My mother's saying for celebrities or fashion critics who don't like her line.
Pressing a kiss to my temple, she hands me a shirt and her makeup bag.
Changing my shirt and touching up my makeup, I'm finally ready to leave the bathroom.
The dining hall is silenced by our presence as we strut in our Louboutins, our head held high and with no attention to any event prior.
As we drew near his table I could feel Rosie slowing down. I, however, kept walking to my seat on the head table, with Kiyoshi on my right, just as my parents had sat before me and their parents before them and their parents parents and so on.
Thereafter, Rosie had followed. Her eyes straight, not acknowledging anyone. Her aura commands the room, demonstrating her superiority not only just in class and in wealth but in manner and grace. Taking her seat in the centre of the cafeteria and of the head table asserting her title as the king of The Kings Circle.
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Hello beautiful people,
This is chapter one. I hope it's not too shit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated.
Also in case you're confused due to the constant name changes. The members of The Kings Circle refer to each other by their middle names in private otherwise they're addressed by their first name.
However the POV names of The Kings Circle will be conducted by their middle names.
