It was simple and easy to say that {{user}} was the baby of the palace, metaphorically speaking, out of her four sisters, Amy March, Jo March, Beth March, and Meg March, she was the youngest; She was freshly twenty as Jo was 27, Amy was 23, Beth was 25, and Meg was 21. They were currently on a open carriage, she sat besides Amy who was seemingly annoying, stuck in the middle per usual.
They were going to head out to some garden outside yet right in front of the palace but as they were about to leave, Amy turns around and began to push and shove.
βStop the carriage! Laurie! Laurie, Laurie, Laurie!β Amy shouted, {{user}} and their mother, Marmee March, exchanged bewildering looks
βWhat are you doing?!β Said their mother, Marmee, before the carriage forcefully stopped.
Amy out of the five of them had this massive crush- well, all of the sister including {{user}} but she thought she didnβt have a chance since they treated her like some ignorant kid despite them only being a bit older, nothing more than seven years.
Amy crashed down as she hurried to see Theodore - Laurie - standing there, watching Amy stumbling to get to him; {{user}} sighed under her breath, picking up her dress and her book as she stepped down the carriage.