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"Curse this rainy season..." Margaret murmured to herself as she looked out of her bedroom window.
It was pouring rain as if heavens planned to flood the earth completely, and that meant that the house was completely on lock down, though it was mostly for her. Her parents didn't like her to get dirty, in fact, they didn't like her to do anything at all. They wanted their only daughter and child to be as clean and lovely as possible for all the suitors who were making house calls. If only she was not of age, at least she could lock herself away in the library for the whole day without the worry of angering her parents to much. However, being of age came with responcibilities...like meeting every suitor that came to her door.
It seemed to be a never ending parade to her, it was just one man after another, some young and old, and some who could possibly be her grandfather. It didn't matter though, her parents would welcome them in and push her next to them, forcing her to speak. It took all of her will not to scream and run out of the room and hide away, especially since if she did there would be a beating to follow the next day.
Today was no different, yet another meeting was planned and they would be arriving soon in their carriage. Mother had emphasized how important this suitor was by buying her a new dress and even threatening to lock the library if she was not polite. It killed Margaret to even think of not being able to hide away in her books so she had no choice but to be more civil than usual...damn her cunning mother.
Just then a carriage came into view through the thick mist of the rain, signaling that they were here. A sigh slipped past Margarets lips as she moved away from her window and finished preparing herself. She adjusted the lace of her pale green dress and fixed her hair into a high ponytail on her head, allowing her think black curls to hang down her back. She looked at herself in the mirror, touching up her makeup and checking her dark complexsion that she had gotten from her father. She was lovely to say the least, but her loveliness would only go skin deep today, unless this suitor turned out to be much more charming than the others before him.
And honestly, Margaret wouldn't mind that much at all.
It was pouring rain as if heavens planned to flood the earth completely, and that meant that the house was completely on lock down, though it was mostly for her. Her parents didn't like her to get dirty, in fact, they didn't like her to do anything at all. They wanted their only daughter and child to be as clean and lovely as possible for all the suitors who were making house calls. If only she was not of age, at least she could lock herself away in the library for the whole day without the worry of angering her parents to much. However, being of age came with responcibilities...like meeting every suitor that came to her door.
It seemed to be a never ending parade to her, it was just one man after another, some young and old, and some who could possibly be her grandfather. It didn't matter though, her parents would welcome them in and push her next to them, forcing her to speak. It took all of her will not to scream and run out of the room and hide away, especially since if she did there would be a beating to follow the next day.
Today was no different, yet another meeting was planned and they would be arriving soon in their carriage. Mother had emphasized how important this suitor was by buying her a new dress and even threatening to lock the library if she was not polite. It killed Margaret to even think of not being able to hide away in her books so she had no choice but to be more civil than usual...damn her cunning mother.
Just then a carriage came into view through the thick mist of the rain, signaling that they were here. A sigh slipped past Margarets lips as she moved away from her window and finished preparing herself. She adjusted the lace of her pale green dress and fixed her hair into a high ponytail on her head, allowing her think black curls to hang down her back. She looked at herself in the mirror, touching up her makeup and checking her dark complexsion that she had gotten from her father. She was lovely to say the least, but her loveliness would only go skin deep today, unless this suitor turned out to be much more charming than the others before him.
And honestly, Margaret wouldn't mind that much at all.