Snow// Theodore Laurence~little woman

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"I know exactly who I want to dance with." Meg stated as Jo curled her hair. Clara had no idea why Jo was the one chosen to manage Megs hair she knew even Beth could do it better than her.

"Who will you dance with Jo?" Beth questioned looking up from her hands.

"You know I never dance." Jo huffed carefully wrapping up megs hair.

Clara began to comb the ringlets in her hair brushing through each curl 5 times to ensure no knots. Clara wasn't going to the ball but she liked to feel pretty.

"Why can't we all go to the party." Amy protested. "It's not fair."

"Clara?" Meg questioned "What shoes should i wear." Clara was picky, a habit she had picked up from her Aunt march.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?" 𝐴𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑝.

𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐽𝑜?" 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑝. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.

"𝐽𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦." 𝐴𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ spoke. "𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡."

𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑝 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑎. 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚.

"I prefer the shoes on the right." Clara stated "They match your eyes."

Meg obeyed placing down the chosen shoes.

"My nose will simply not looked refined." Amy declared staring at herself in the mirror.

"I like your nose." Beth mumbled from her spot on the bed.

Clara thought all her sisters were beautiful.

Except for Jos clothes those were weird.

Clara picked up a container of rouge lying on the vanity and began to apply it to Jo's cheeks. Jo leaned away still continuing to curl a strand of Megs hair.

"I already feel stupid let alone do I want to look it." Jo spat. "oh come on you could be pretty if you tried." Amy stated sitting herself down on the bed.

"Is it supposed to smell like that?" Beth questioned Jo's hair curling techniques as the smell of burnt feathers lingered throughout the room.

"It is not supposed to smell like that Jo just doesn't know what she is doing." Clara accused walking over to the two to inspect Megs hair.

"now watch I will take this off and you will see a perfect ringlet." Jo stated slowly un wrapping her hair

Burned.

Jo had burned Megs hair off.

"My hair!" Meg ran up to mirror and began to whimper "My hair is spoiled!"

"You shouldn't have asked Jo to do it." Clara spat beginning to brush through Megs hair to try and fix the mess. 

"I'm sorry." Jo repeated stepping away from the scene Megs locks still in her hand.

"Marme!!" Meg screeched a single tear falling from her eye.