My Maggie,

IV

Margret sat on a small bench staring at the grand oak tree in the centre of Lady Danburys garden. She had become acquainted with many suitors and had danced until she felt as though her slipper was filling with blood. The branches danced within the midnight breeze, illuminated only by the shine of the full moon an the scattering of stars above. Looking above Margret started following the stars, until she caught sight of a much bigger and brighter star. "Polaris." Came a deep voice from beside her causing Margret to flinch and turn to see the man she had caught sight of at the presentation. Margret jumped to her feet and tried to think of some kind of response, for those deep brown eyes she had drowned in were now straing directly at her. "I beg your pardon." She meekly whispered out. 

"The brightest star in the sky," he responded taking a step closer, "they say if your lost look for it and you will find you way." Margret could barely see the man ahead of her but by the moonlight she could tell he had deep brown eyes  that resembled the oak tree ahead. 

"What if you cannot see the star?" questioned the girl in a challenging tone. 

The man simply raised his arm and pointed to a collection of stars. 

"See this constellation? the one that looks like a pan," Margret simply nodded in response, "Its named the big dipper, follow along from the last star and you will find it." 

Margret simply nodded and looked at that bright beautiful star, she admired it. How unique and bright it was. All the stars seemed beautiful in their own right but this one was complex, complicated, intriguing. Whilst admiring the star above her she was completely unaware of the Bridgeton boy thinking the exact same thoughts, except his gaze was on Margret. It was known that the Nighthower family were extraordinary. Ophelia was truly the face of an angel, everywhere she went mens gazes fixed on her, every time she spoke all ears listened, every time she moved everyones focus on her. Tobias known for his classic handsomeness, his wise words and stern eyes, and a jawline so fine and pristine it could cut glass. Yet no one had either said much about Margret. That was until her presentation, until her feature in Lady Whistledowns latest release. 

"What if you like being lost?" questioned the Nighthower girl breaking the silence. 

She turned her eyes and two pairs of brown eyes locked on one another. A battle. Her hair blew in the wind, the dress that pools around her swaying. His gaze followed the hair that blew in the wind and a small, almost impossible to see smile graced his lips. 

"Then at least its nice to look at."