big sisters.
moving back on the bed so that her back was against the wall Margot couldn’t help but grin, shaking her head. this is what she had missed the most when she was at school, stolen moments with her sisters. ones that no one else could ever know about, the ( somewhat ridiculous ) secret theirs and theirs alone. ❝I’m just surprised he hasn’t smelled it out by now,❞ she laughed, shaking her head a little as she took another bite of her slice.
❝Kitty, no! he can never know, do you see how proud he is when we act like his cooking is delicious? he’s trying his best, don’t burst his bubble.❞ just like Margot was doing when it came to the other girls, trying her best. it was hard to do when she was across the ocean, especially when everything had seemed to have fallen apart during her time gone. it broke her heart that Lara Jean and Kitty were left without a role model, an older figure to look after them. it had been that way since their mother died, but she had always been there to fill in – doing the best that she could.
❝sometimes a white lie really is for the best. but don’t tell anyone I told you that!❞
“Sometimes I wonder if he could sleep through a fire,” she couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. It seemed like the trope of an easy sleeping father rested powerfully on his shoulders. That, or perhaps he knew and let the sisters have their time together. Either way, the thought brought a keen smile onto her lips. Their time together was greater than anything else, a friendship their mother had ran into their mind time and time again.
“That would break his pride, Kitty. We need that pride for the meals he’s good at. Like lasagna,” another laugh followed, fingers running through her hair. It wasn’t awful, that or she had gotten quite used to it by now. A shrug of her shoulders followed. “That or you gotta step up, Kitty. Become the master chef in the Covey household,” she tried to keep a serious face for the idea before busting into laughter. They lived in a different world, ever changing, and it shape shifted each sister into a completely different personality.
“You did not just tell her that,” she elbowed Margot, shaking her head. “Lying is only okay when it comes to dad. No white lies ever between the Covey sisters, even if it’s a good one.”
“hey, don’t jinx it!” the comment is followed by a stream of giggling. she loves messing around with her sister, it doesn’t matter what they’re talking about. usually. and lara jean was right, their dad did cook some things well. maybe it was for the best that they didn’t tell him. it didn’t seem right but, it’d lasted them this long. she’s curious to know what her father thinks of his own cooking though. “still.. what if he’s only making it because we keep telling him it tastes just like moms, but he thinks it’s just as bad as we do.”
“you know technically i never lied to you guys. i just, didn’t tell you the whole truth. those are two different things, aren’t they?” she quirks an eyebrow towards her sister, though honestly she knows she’s treading on thin water here with this one. she should really stop bringing up those letters for her own safety. “actually... since we’re on the subject of white lies. lara jean, your singing is a little off pitch and margot, you tell the worst stories sometimes.”
