MARGAUX
"Good etiquette, Margie, is part of a woman's charm," My mother's voice echoed inside my head. It has been quite a long time since I have stepped foot in a fancy restaurant. If I had to be honest, I did not even miss it.
But, memories of my family resurfaced and I had to shake off the images that started to play across my head. I can't afford to cry right now. People would stare and most likely, Kevin might think that the gesture had touched me so much, I ended up crying.
Nope, I won't give him that pleasure. He was, indeed, yet to be forgiven. The worry that he had caused me and Mary was not to be easily forgotten. If it had only been me, sure, I would let it go. He was safe after all. However, even Mary had to stop herself from panicking realizing what we might have done.
