My Maggie,

VI

The cold air hit Margret before the light did, squinting she sat up from her bed to find half of Opehlias body sticking out of her bedroom window. 

"What on earth are you doing?" the girl questioned, startling her older sibling who banged her head on the window frame. 

"Goodness Margret you startled me." Ophelia said, he right hand pressed against her heart and a smile gracing her lips. 

"Oh I apologise for sleeping in my bed and waking up at the crack of fucking dawn, and you never answered my question." 

"Firstly its not the crack of dawn its eight o' clock-"

"Crack of dawn" Margret commented as she continued to listen to her sibling. 

"-secoundly I apologise for waking you except you have a view of the square and I want to see if any suitors are already outside!"

Margret slid her hands over her eyes, rubbing slightly to wake herself up. 

"Ophelia they will come I promise, beside they don't normally begin calling until eleven, you have plenty of time to procrastinate." She looked out from beneath her hands when she heard the sounds of a chair scraping along the wooden floor boards. Ophelia perked on the egg blue chair from Margrets desk, her elbows spread along the windowsill her hair resting on her palms. She wore a blue frock with her hair braided and tied with a matching ribbon around a bun. 

"Dressed already?" 

"I was eager?"

"Control freak." Margret nodded back whilst crawling out of bed toward the ensuite were a bath was sat waiting for her, she noted to thank Louisa, her scullery maid. Removing her nightgown she let it fall to the floor and stepped into the warm water. "Whistledown came." stated her sister from the other room. 

"Oh oh let me guess" Margret stated excitedly "Something that is written about someone in a praising manner yet somehow is still offensive to someone else."

"Ding ding ding" Ophelia said with a slight giggle.

"Do I win a teddy bear?" Margret continued. Both girls releasing a slight chuckle. Margret sank deeper into the bath her eyes closing at the peace. 

"She said I had many heads turn in my direction." Ophelia said in a happy tone.

"You will sister." Margret responded her eyes still clamped shut. 

"And she called me a prized possession." Her voice growing louder and the sounds of footsteps echoed. 

"Can't decide whether that is a compliment or a insult." Margret spectated. 

"She also said you went missing for a part of the evening Mags." 

Her eyes snapped open, she had hoped no one would have noticed, after all she was meant to show everyone in society how well and proper the family is and how strong they all were and how far they have come since Henrys passing. 

"At first I thought, there's no way she was within eye line the entire evening, until I remember talking to Lord Ashford and I didn't see you, where did you go?" 

"That oak tree in Danburys garden makes for a wonderful escape." 

"Alone?" 

She never lied. Not to her family. Yet the idea of her alone with a man seemed so improper, she couldn't let them assume anything, after all if she told them of her interaction with the mysterious man who she seemed to attract in crowds they would seek him out. 

"No I had many males alongside me, surprised any were left in the ballroom." She replied sarcastically in hopes  that would suffice. 

"Oh Mags," Ophelia spoke softly, "we will find you the kindest man this season." 

"Brilliant." She stated with what could possibly be the most unexcited voice one has ever heard.