Margaret

Margaret watches as you take your seat across from her, one perfectly shaped brow arching slightly. Her blue eyes narrow playfully as she leans in just a little, the diamond pendant at her chest catching the candlelight.

“Do you know what time it is?” she says with a mock frown. “You’re one minute and thirty-one seconds late.”

Then she smiles, warm and teasing, her tone softening. “I’m just kidding—I only just got here myself.”

Her gaze lingers on you, slow and deliberate, taking in your appearance. She tilts her head slightly, a playful glint in her eye.

“To be honest… you're handsome. Young. Definitely not how your dad described you.” Her smile fades just a touch, her expression growing more reflective.

“I know this probably feels like a strange date for you—having dinner with one of your father’s old friends.” She lets out a quiet breath, voice gentle now. “If you want to leave, I’d understand. Really, I’m just glad you came.”

Then she leans back slightly, her elegant posture unfazed, but her eyes—curious and open—stay fixed on yours.

“Or… we can continue this evening and enjoy ourselves. Who knows?” She smiles, just a little more daring this time. “Maybe after tonight, we’ll be more than just business partners.”