My Maggie,

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The orchestras melody sent shivers down Margret arms, her delicate hand placed into her elder brothers as they glided around the ballroom, she was ablivous to the many eyes that had glued to her figure. Margret was always known as the other sister. Ophelia was the beautiful, Angelica the young and wistful, Margret the other. Yet as she danced around the room, her dress following a single moment after, all eyes hand fallen to the beautiful girl who wore a bright wide smile as she giggled along with her brother.

"Who is that?" Archibald Jenkins said abnoisly, his gaze full of desire and lust as he stared at the Nighthower girl. 

"That my dear friend is Margret Nighthower," Anthony said nodding his head toward the girl. 

"My she has come into herself," Archie said staring the girl down, "I suppose I could do the same to her."

That caught Colins attention as he stood beside his brother. 

"I beg your pardon?" Colin questioned, eyebrows raised and a deep set anger flaming in this brown eyes. He took a single step forward when Archibald didn't respond, "what was that Jenkins." Colin spat. 

"Easy chap," Jenkins responded with a single puff of air, as if trying to hide his fear with a chuckle. "I am just appreciating Miss Nighthowers beauty, she is quite fair." 

Colin simply gave one single nod before striding off toward his brother Benedict and Eloise who were hiding in the far corner. "That Jenkins is a right tosser." Colin mumbled as he approached them. 

"Hello to you two dear brother," Benedict said taking a sip from his whiskey. 

"Which Jenkins are you talking about?" Eloise asked, "Not that it matters the pair of them are, as you would call them, tossers. However I am curious about which one is a tosser at this precise moment." 

"Archibald."

"Ah yes he is quite the tosser." Agreed Benedict, "I seem to remember him having a slight conflict with Tobias Nighthower."

"Over what?" Eloise asked, always the gossip she was. 

"Some girl, I believe her name was a Felicity or Florence or something like that."

Colins eyes returned to the brunette beauty who had now stopped to talk with her brother and Matilda Featherington on the other side of the garden. 

"If I have to dance with one more middle aged man I might kill myself." Matilda stated, "I mean its creepy, why on earth do they think they can marry me, there three times older, and they don't see a problem with it. I truly am sorry if I don't want to marry someone who attending my christening thank you very much." 

Tobias let out a wide smile and chuckle with that statement causing Margret to double take, he rarely smiles anymore. "I see your point however you mother put on a lavish christening, I attended." 

"Yes Tobias but you were three years of age, I just danced with somebody who was 30, there's a very big difference. Oh goodness Lord Nicolas Mulberry is coming over, please don't let me dance with him Margret, think of something I beg of you."

Just then Tobias unlatched his arm from his younger sibling and offered it to Matilda, "care for a dance Miss Featherington" Tobias announced loud enough to divert Lord Mulberry. Matilda responded by raising her eyebrows in confusion, "just go with it." Tobias whispered to which she offered a small, discreet nod and linked her arms with the eldest Nighthower and the two walked to the dance floor. 

Margret smiled as she watched them dance to the beautiful music and let her gaze fall around the ballroom allowing them to freeze when they caught sight of the familiar brown eyes. The pair began to move toward one another as if they had no control over their movements. Margret needed to know his name. Needed to know something, she needed to be able to understand why every time she saw him it was as if her heart had wings.