Charlotte exclaimed in panic, "Miss Margaret, are you okay? Oh, your handkerchief..."
She scrambled and finally pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief, but Peggy snatched it before her. The red-haired knight from the Portman family half knelt on the ground, checking if Margaret was injured, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're so careless," Peggy wiped Margaret's splattered ankles, gesturing for her to lift her feet and avoid the shards on the ground, "Have you been too tired lately? Why don't you go home early today and rest?"
Margaret sat on the bench, looking down at the girl in front of her. Peggy exuded a vibrant beauty, always sincere and enthusiastic, even when acting out of character, she didn't seem strange.
