She had turned out beautifully. Foxglove always seemed like she was going to be the spitting image of her mother, and even though she did not have the shock of red hair Lolita did, the two were like ghosts of each other. Foxglove was a striking creature, as nimble and lithe as Magnolia was. Though they didn’t have much in common except their identically shaded eyes, the Associate was still incredibly happy to see her. Maggie’s mind shut off, when Foxglove spoke, unable to think of anything to say. What the hell? Why was Foxglove even here? Had something happened to Lolita? This whole thing was such a shock, such a peculiar situation.
“What are you doing here?” Maggie blurted out, her silence ending with the amount of questions popping up in her head. “Where’s Lolita and Poppy? Are they with you too?” her mind was a fury of inquiries too impatient to wait for answers. Her blonde sister came at exactly the worst time and in the worst place. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, jade eyes downcast. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Foxglove here, quite the contrary, but the panicked Associate wondered what would happen to her if a Family member caught her scent in the wind. She shuddered to think what they would do to her and her companions.
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