hellomydear
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Two weeks until the wedding. Margaret was dreading the whole event. Tonight she would be meeting her brother's fiance for the first time and her lovely family. Margaret could hear the voices idly chatting in the dining room. She currently stood out in the hall, tempted to tell her maid she would be taking dinner in her room and suffer the backlash from her brother. She didn't want to be any part of this. Not since the last union her brother was in. Another terrible tragedy swept under the rug. Margaret looked over herself in the mirror framed in gold outside of the dining room. She wore an evening gown that belonged to her mother. It was black and beaded with velvet details. It didn't fit her as nicely as it fit her mother but she didn't have any dresses of her own since her brother cut her off. He refused to give her the inheritance she was given from her family and it was incredibly frustrating. She was an earth-toned and warm color type of woman. The dark elegance didn't quite suit her.
"Oh, my sister should be here any moment. She does not hold the concept of punctuality such as myself." Charles said from his seat at the head of the table. His tone was cool and calm but she already knew he was seething. Margaret looked up to the ceiling, mentally telling God he must be a funny character to constantly put her through such trials. She shook her head and pushed through the doors of the dining room. "My apologies, there was a bit of a fashionable malfunction. I hope you all have not been waiting for too long." Her voice was quiet, timid, and she noticed Baron De Burgh straining to listen to her. She offered an apologetic smile in return and took her seat in the open chair beside Lady Cornelia. She took the fabric napkin, spreading it over her lap, allowing Charles to assume his position of leading all of the conversations. Margaret didn't mind, she was thankful to sit in the background of the dinner.
The first course was served, it was a beef consume broth with small chopped vegetables floating around the deep amber liquid. Margaret scanned around the table of strangers and her eyes connected with her brother Charles. His gaze was a warning to behave and be social. She turned her attention to Lady Cornelia. "How were your travels? I trust that your accommodations are well suited." She said quietly, trying to strike up a polite conversation. The estate will be Lady Cornelia's home in two weeks and Margaret hoped she would kind enough to let her remain a permanent occupant.
"Oh, my sister should be here any moment. She does not hold the concept of punctuality such as myself." Charles said from his seat at the head of the table. His tone was cool and calm but she already knew he was seething. Margaret looked up to the ceiling, mentally telling God he must be a funny character to constantly put her through such trials. She shook her head and pushed through the doors of the dining room. "My apologies, there was a bit of a fashionable malfunction. I hope you all have not been waiting for too long." Her voice was quiet, timid, and she noticed Baron De Burgh straining to listen to her. She offered an apologetic smile in return and took her seat in the open chair beside Lady Cornelia. She took the fabric napkin, spreading it over her lap, allowing Charles to assume his position of leading all of the conversations. Margaret didn't mind, she was thankful to sit in the background of the dinner.
The first course was served, it was a beef consume broth with small chopped vegetables floating around the deep amber liquid. Margaret scanned around the table of strangers and her eyes connected with her brother Charles. His gaze was a warning to behave and be social. She turned her attention to Lady Cornelia. "How were your travels? I trust that your accommodations are well suited." She said quietly, trying to strike up a polite conversation. The estate will be Lady Cornelia's home in two weeks and Margaret hoped she would kind enough to let her remain a permanent occupant.
