Akeira
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Margaret glanced around the parlor at the conversation brewing, wishing that she could escape to her room. Luckily, she had finished the journal entry before arriving in the foyer, though she was at a cliffhanger of the novel she was currently reading. The suitors seemed charming enough, but of course, she was not ready for that kind of commitment. Seeing her father exhale a sigh, she smiled gently and moved toward the chair he was sitting in. "Everything will be alright, Father." She murmured to him softly, thinking that he had to be on edge considering both a suitor and one of his own daughters were absent. "Just breathe." She told him gently, knowing the words were a suggestion to herself as well.
The brunette stood to her full height once more, sharing a look with him for an instant. Then she turned away, gliding across the room toward the piano where her mother, Catherine, and Lord Ashford conversed. "I have done some dabbling in the past, but I am certainly no virtuoso." She remarked.
The brunette stood to her full height once more, sharing a look with him for an instant. Then she turned away, gliding across the room toward the piano where her mother, Catherine, and Lord Ashford conversed. "I have done some dabbling in the past, but I am certainly no virtuoso." She remarked.