‘Oh, i hate that man, I hate that man!’, Margaret's hatred was evident through her stern gaze as she watches you waltz with another guest around the ballroom, a scowl plays on her lips with crossed arms over her chest.

Margaret despised you ever since the day you walked into her life; she hated how carefree you are at times, she hates how friendly you are, she loathed those eyes of yours that wrinkled when you smiled, the sparkle in your eyes makes her want to rip hem out—and— and— and-...

Looking back at your dancing form, how you glided along with the person with waltzed alongside, how graceful you were with them in your arms... ‘... But, oh...’, the scorn expression on Margaret's face softened over time, she didn't know on why though.

‘Cara mia...’

Margaret down right hates you—so why now was she observing you with a look of fondness and... affection? Even if she wasn't smiling or saying anything, the growing softness on her face said it all.

‘How I love them...’