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Margaret's mother greeted Brendon kindly, her usual strict and cool air having vanished as she rushed about the front hall calling out orders to rushing maids and butlers. However, the temper about her still showed that she was strict and ever so demanding, especially tonight. The garden out back was lovely in the evening, completely lit by bright lanters hung by strings or attacked to the braches of trees. The open yard was covered in small tables with comfortables chairs surrounding them, ment to be places for drink and talk. Servents were making last minute adjustments, placing centerpieces on the table and strightening out table cloths.
A few other guests had arrived early as well, most being highclass families whoes sons and daughter she had known in school, and had taken seats and drinks as they waited for the party to begin. The father's had taken to one, all in suits and chuckling as they sipped high end brandy, the mothers took another area and were all gossiping so quickly they sounded like bees. The sons had taken to a game of bocce ball that had been set up for the men. Margaret herself as settled in a seating area surrounded by the daughters. All were wearing their best ball gowns and decorated to attract male attention, making the purpose of the also to show off the 'roses' of the wealthy parents that would be speaking with Margaret's own.
Margaret stood out of course among the bright colors and frills, her pale yellow dress pooling out around her thickly, the skirt being very wide and having a small train. Her shoulders were exposed and her hair was lifted into a mass of curls on top of her bed, decorated with colorful clips and matching flowers. Among them she seemed much more open than before and quite the chatter box, a wide smile on her face as she laughed along with what one of the girls said. She waved he fan lightly as she leaned in and murmured something to another girl, having yet to notice the enterance of their lates arrival.
A few other guests had arrived early as well, most being highclass families whoes sons and daughter she had known in school, and had taken seats and drinks as they waited for the party to begin. The father's had taken to one, all in suits and chuckling as they sipped high end brandy, the mothers took another area and were all gossiping so quickly they sounded like bees. The sons had taken to a game of bocce ball that had been set up for the men. Margaret herself as settled in a seating area surrounded by the daughters. All were wearing their best ball gowns and decorated to attract male attention, making the purpose of the also to show off the 'roses' of the wealthy parents that would be speaking with Margaret's own.
Margaret stood out of course among the bright colors and frills, her pale yellow dress pooling out around her thickly, the skirt being very wide and having a small train. Her shoulders were exposed and her hair was lifted into a mass of curls on top of her bed, decorated with colorful clips and matching flowers. Among them she seemed much more open than before and quite the chatter box, a wide smile on her face as she laughed along with what one of the girls said. She waved he fan lightly as she leaned in and murmured something to another girl, having yet to notice the enterance of their lates arrival.