a brief sigh escaped from her red velvet lips, footsteps directing themselves away from the local housewives who seemed to never stop talking; eyes on the prize, endure them she would until her job was finished. money is the anthem of success, stanley always said, so put on mascara and your party dress. but ah, don’t be fooled. she wouldn’t acquire a faux personality and use it upon people merely for their monetary possessions ( and whatever it was she was looking for ), as for survival was her first goal in life. emerald eyes stopped in front of a wooden door, noises of their voices and laughter becoming more distant by the minute and somehow it made her wonder exactly how big was that place. oh, but she had her fair share of vast locales; not for long enough, however, as for her and her apparent only friend would run away when the time arrived, such as two free birds.
an instant reaction painted her features right after she had opened the door and entered the room; a mix of surprise and confusion, and yet her rich green eyes sparkled like two diamonds once seeing the brunette figure in front of her, looking just oh so ever enthralling. &. then she could feel it; pale cheeks turning into a slight shade of crimson as maggie wondered what would be the right words to say.
❛ oh, ❜ it escaped, teeth meeting softly her lower lip, irises looking aside as her fingertip was quick to twirl on her golden locks. few were the times when she was taken by surprise, a good kind of surprise, enough to make her blush like a teenager and yet maggie’s physical response was always the same; whether it was something she inherited from a certain member of her family, she would never know. ❛ i’m sorry, mister. you must be looking for katherine, aren’t you? she was mentioning her husband not so long ago... ❜
it was only logical to question if he was the gentleman of the house, but it took a single look and she could realize he had no ring on his finger, followed by the remembered words that her friend’s husband was outside of florida, ❛ but you’re not, are you? ❜ question remained as a certain kind of contentment was felt by the blonde belle.
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