Alone Together

The more that Auguste looks at Margaret, the more he wants to stare. It's like there’s a force that makes him want to gaze at her that he cannot fathom. Maybe it’s because she looks so beautiful tonight? It's the kind of beauty that becomes more beautiful the longer you look.

Or maybe, it’s something more. It's something that’s coming within her. It's the honesty and sincerity that Margaret exudes, drawing Auguste into her more and more. Everything that she said was true, and it’s something that everyone used as criticisms against affluent people like him. But when it’s Margaret who said them, they did not feel that offensive. It felt like he was talking to someone who is open-minded enough to discuss about those matters without bias.

“Uhm... so, did you enjoy the party?” Margaret asked as she looked at the lights.