My Maggie,

XVII

Margret could hear the cheers from crowds before she could see the swarm of people surrounding a croquet match. Almost the second her foot touched the grass the cheering had needed and all eyes stared as Archibald Jenkins examined his options before lining himself up with the ball and taking his shot. The claps resumed as Jenkins' ball went through the bridge. "Good shot brother." Nathaniel Jenkins said patting his back. Archie nodded before letting his eyes scan across the crowd. Across the pathway he caught the sight of Margret Nighthower, her blue dress with the small delicate flowers looked particular fetching and certainly peaked his attention, a wicked grin spread across his face. "Don't even try." Nathaniel said from beside him, "father would kill you if you caused another scene with Tobias, and for Margret of all Nighthowers, at least crack on with Ophelia, that girls got curves in all the right places."

"As much as I agree with you brother I must say I believe Margret to be quite the attraction, and although Ophelia is a saint id rather find a sinner, and it is known that their opposites. Might be a good way to pass my time."

Nathaniel chuckled at his brother. 

The Jenkins brothers were known to be charming and chivalrous and gentlemanly. However beneath the surface they are nothing more than slimy, douche man whores who find chasing after women and their chastity for sport. 

Matilda stood behind the gentleman and had heard enough. "Ill get you another mother." Matilda said taking the half full wine glass from her mothers hand and walking away before Lady Featherington had a chance to protest. She strode up to the two weasels and as she was passing them 'accidentally' tripped over her gown and spilt the red wine over Archibald's white dress shirt. 

"Oh goodness Mr Jenkins I truly am so sorry." She said with a clearly fake concern before strutting over toward her best friend. Not even bashing an eye when she heard him mumble 'bitch.' 

"My goodness aren't you all a sight for sore eyes," Matilda said as she strode up the bank toward the squad of Nighthowers.

"Why thank you," gushed Ophelia twirling around. 

"Cheers." Nodded Angelica making all heads turn to her. "What I heard the other day when Margret and I were at the train station."

"Why were you at the train station?" Lady Nighthower questioned looking at her second eldest daughter. 

"I was simply trying to further Angelicas horizons and get her to see new things."

"I though it was to go and see how much train tickets to Portsmouth were." The second that sentence left her lips, Margaret's hand hit her left side. 

"I was simply curious." Margret defend looking into her elder brothers eyes. Tobias let out a sigh but before he could say anything:

"I must go get mother another glass of wine, I had a little accident earlier."Matilda inturpted. 

"Oh dear what happened?" 

"Well the strangest thing, I was simply walking to get mother a fresh glass when I tripped over my dress and split her red wine all over Mr Jenkins nice white dress shirt." All the Nighthower siblings eyes instantly shot to see the two brothers trying to wipe the red stain off using a serviette. 

"Don't wipe it so hard"

"If you hold still I wouldn't have too." The two brother bickered. 

"Tragedy really." Matilda commented sarcastically. 

Tobias couldnt help but look at the blonde girl beside him. He had always noted her as the unique Featherington, after all her name did not begin with a 'p' and her hair was not as red as fire but as golden as the sun. However it was clear she was a Featherington as she was always dragged around London wearing a bright yellow dress. Her eyes rimmed with mischievous intentions and her dimples exposed her, whenever anyone did anything you would know it was her by the dimple. For example when Lord Fender opened his art gallery and suddenly one of his paintings of a gentleman kissing a girls hand, a piece of art meant to be beautiful and show the innocence of courtship, was graffitied by a large phallus, the innocence of that painting was lost. Tobias knew it was Matilda, she had that dimple slapped in the corner of her face.  

"Right," Matilda said turning round and offered her arm to Margret. "Miss Nighthower I would be completely appreciative if you would accompany me."

"Why of course." Margret said with a chuckle linking arms with the blonde girl. As the two girls skipped away and down the bank Tobias watched them slowly get further away. 

"Shall we brother?" Ophelia said snapping the eldest Nighthower back into reality. 

"Of course."