The girls' tea party was scheduled for three in the afternoon.
Margaret changed into a light blue and white dress, feeling cheerful as she made her way to the top-floor lounge of the library. The place was cool and comfortable, with a nice view; the dome was made of heat-insulating glass, allowing a view of the clear blue sky. Around her were planted wood violets and sorrels, with vines blooming with white flowers.
When she arrived, everyone else was already there. Peggy, with her red hair, stood up first, smiling brightly and happily, "Miss Margaret, you were almost late."
"Sorry, got held up a bit," Margaret replied, not mentioning that she had been busy researching potions in the laboratory. She sat down at one end of the long table, looking at the dozen or so familiar girls, involuntarily recalling the title "Miss Margaret's Knights" again.
...Feeling embarrassed to the tips of her toes.
