𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ˢʰᵉˡᵇʸ

❥ ⁰⁸off to the races.. ꩜

SOON, MAGGIE AND HER FATHER arrived at the races. They were led by a man in a suit to a big room, much like a ballroom but instead of soft colours of pale pinks and soft blues it was gold and grand.

There was a stage at the top of the room where three girls dressed as flappers danced and a band preformed. People danced around the stage happily. The room screamed only for the rich and wealthy.

"Would you like to dance, my dear?" James offered her his hand. "Why, thank you." Maggie replied in a mock-posh accent, accepting his hand. They were the by far the best dancers in the room, nobody knew how to dance like the Lynch's. Especially, Maggie and her father.

Personally, Maggie preferred the music back home. It was the kind of music you could dance freely too, unlike that rich stuff. "Dad, how long till the races start?" Maggie asked her father as the two danced. "Around half an hour, till the horses are off." Her father informed her. "Are we going to place a bet?" She asked another question.

Maggie sounded like a young child, with question after question about everything little thing. "If you want to, we can." James answered.

"Okay," Maggie smiled as they continued dancing. The song came to an end and Maggie and her father stopped dancing and walked over to the bar.

"Two glasses of champagne," James told the man behind the bar who nodded before turning around to pour their drinks. The bartender placed the two glasses of champagne down and her father gave the man some coins before scooping the small glasses into each of his hands, handing one to his daughter.

Maggie accepted the glass and took a delicate sip from it. The father and daughter found an empty table meant for two people, sitting down at it and watching the people dance in the middle of the room.

"We're are much better dancers than them." Her father said to Maggie who didn't disagree, the people in the middle of the room danced so stiffly. As if they were made of stone. "We are, aren't we?" She grinned over at him.

"God, it's like everyone in here thinks they're better than the rest." She chuckled quietly. "Look, look at those two." Her father pointed out two people at the top of the staircase. A blonde woman in a pretty red dress and a man in a grey suit.

"Right, now I bet I can guess what they're saying." James cleared his throat before continuing; "Did you know that I have a horse racing today?" He said in a mockery English accent.

Maggie cleared her throat, "Oh really, how interesting." She said in the same English accent. "Yes, it really is. And I have tons of money as well." They went on like this for a few minutes, when they got bored of the first people they did others.

The two were laughing quietly when a man came over to where they sat, whispered something in her father's ear and left. "Maggie, dear, I have to leave." Her father told her in a serious manner. "Why?" She asked. "Important business," Was all he said before giving her ten pounds, a kiss on the head and leaving.

Maggie looked around the room and at the people dancing. She sat up and went to the bar to get a glass of whiskey. "I'm sorry, miss. We don't serve women unless they are accompanied." The bartender told her before turning away to serve someone else. Maggie was about to cause a scene when someone approached the bar and stood beside her.

"Excuse me sir, might I ask why you are not serving my wife?" Maggie wanted to roll her eyes. Thomas Shelby. Calling her his wife. "I'm very sorry, sir." The bartender apologised to him. Maggie's blood boiled. She was the person the bartender wronged, yet she apologised to the man. "Em, what would you like, miss?" The bartender asked her.