Margaret is 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛’ at this party

“I suppose I’ll let you sign my dance card.. just once though” Smirks

AYYO WE DOING THIS BOAT RACE OR NOT

Girl I am TRYING

SIR—

Heh… ignore what you see.. nothing to see here

🙋🏼‍♀️

Well that’s really cute

*handheld gold mask included*

Stop this is so cute

“Well… what should we do ?” Margaret sat across from her brother, shoulders slouched as she leaned back into the cushion of the couch. Charlotte..gone.George..gone..Josie? Practically gone since she had been at Bedford for what seemed like ages. It was just them. Tᴇᴅᴅʏ Wᴇɴᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜ

She has a drink in hand as she happily makes her way about the ballroom, a casual smile ever so present while taking in the merriment of the night.

You’ve a dance on my card if you please, Lord Barrington!

Agreed. It the time of loss some privacy is very good to have in the midst of chaos.

“If Lord Desmond asks for a dance you must pretend to faint and ask for my assistance back home, swear it to me now.” Margaret came up to 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 , taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze as she gave a pleasing look.