months had passed since she had made the acquaintance of the countess lily malevsky – malevich , and a friendship soon blossomed between them . they were surprisingly similar in character , and meg massively enjoyed the introduction lily had given to the russian society that inhabited paris .
she ought to have known there would be some catch .
the truth had tumbled out of madame giry quite easily after the initial slip up . all it had taken was one careless comment on the bond between meg and the countess , and soon the entire story had unravelled . a rather foul start to a morning , if meg might add –– and she thinks she’s quite entitled to feel that way , after learning what she had just hours previous . she’s been walking around ever since , in a sort of state of shock .
there was no real destination in meg’s head , though she supposes it’s not illogical for her feet to have eventually led her to the dowager empress’ home . small talk is made for a time before she’s escorted through the all – too – familiar halls , and eventually the blonde is left to pace in the foyer , mind working at a thousand ideas per minute as she processes all the information flowing through her head . it’s only the sound of stylish heels clicking on the marble floor that drag her from her thoughts , and she’s left to nervously wring her hands as lily rounds the corner .
@haughtynosed woo boy are you ready for this bc i am not
