My Maggie,

XXVI

Margret fiddled with the sleeves of her navy gown as she stood on the side of the Bridgerton ballroom, her insides twisting with nervousness and anxiety as she watched him enter the room. Navy suit. Ironic how they matched, as if they were meant to be a match, a perfect one at that yet that idea is demolished as Margret watched a yellow glove slip along Colins bicep, gliding across the navy suit as the pair walked toward the dance floor. 

Colin kept looking, searching for the brown eyed girl he had come to fall in love, guilt consuming him when he noticed her, her eyes transfixed over the girl he was to marry. Their eyes momentarily meeting, all that was needed to be spoken being translated through their eye contact. All the guilt and sorrow Colin felt, and all the heartbreak Maggie reciprocated, however with a small sorrowful smile Maggie snapped her head away and began to walk through the crowds of people. 

"You look beautiful." A voice said from behind Maggie, turning her brown eyes latched on to the green eyes of James Saint Michel, a small smile crept its way onto the girls face, she let her eyes wonder down his dark black suit with the white pocket squire in his right jacket pocket. 

"Why thank you, you look very dashing yourself James." 

"Yes well I was practically dressed by the ladies in the shop, I wasn't going to come tonight until your brother practically dragged me by my hair."

"Is that why it is sticking in a million directions." 

"Ah you hurt me Miss Nighthower, for you know my hair is always sticking in different directions."

"Miss Nighthower?"

"Miss Nighthower." James said with a cheeky smirk.

"So formal, almost making me forget when you used to tug on my plates as a child."

"I was a child with a crush Margret, do forgive me." 

That stunted Margret. James. James Saint Michel. Crush. The idea was propsterous. 

"You did not have a crush James, as I recall you teased and taunted me through my childhood whilst having to pick up you jaw every time my dear sister would saunter past."

"Whilst Ophelia is a beauty, she is the loser when being compared to you Mag." 

A light dust of pink scattered its way across Margret porcelain face. Although this conversation had a jokey tone implied, and they constantly wore his cheeky grin the girl couldn't help but feel a butterfly or two flutter and twist the insides of her stomach. 

From across the room, Colin watched the girl he had hurt and betrayed take James Saint Michel hand and be led to the dance floor where he held Margret tight against him, his hand gripping her waist as they swayed got the string quartet, then he watched as he told her a joke and his heart swelled when her laugh echoed through the room. Marina was in the corner with Peneolope, both girls mindless trying to avoid the hurts of society finest. Colin was so transfixed on watching the dancing pair ahead of him he didn't even notice Matilda Featherington stand beside him. "She looks beautiful tonight." Matilda began, "So does James, quite a dashing gentleman. They have known each other since they were children, it was always obvious that James fancied her, used to pull her plates and hide her books and scare her when she was too transfixed win her reading to notice him lurking behind the corner of the corridor. Yes they would probably be quite a good match."

Colin listened, the cracks in his heart spreading every time Matilda said anything about the Nighthower girl he had let slip away, "what is your point Matilda."

"My point Mr Bridgerton," she spat, "is you broke her heart, no warning, no indication, she just received an invitation to your engagement party, she had feelings, strong one sand you threw them away and discarded them as if they were nothing. My point Colin is your broke her heart and she is now scrambling the pieces up and trying to fix it with tape and glue all the while having to do that at a celebration of your soon to marrying another woman. One whom by the way I have never seen you so much as dance with. So I think that James is a nice choice, they make a nice couple and he will be good for her, he respects her, cares for her, and he loves her Colin, and I have faith that if she gives her heart to him he will take better care of it than you did." With that the blonde Featherington girl walked away leaving Colin glancing back at the dancing pair with a weight in his heart. 

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