Miranda tsked, irritated. She could pile clothes on herself, but her parents had purposefully packed light and very flattering clothes. No flannel pajama either. Only short silk gowns. What were they, prize animals to be bred? This was ridiculous.
"I'm here to get the "most suitable husband"," she said, making air quotes with her fingers. "They don't want me to run off with a "penniless ne'er-do-well" and ruin the family name." she said, with a second set of air quotes. So what if she did run off with one? No one cared anymore. Her parents views were possitively medieval.
"I'll figure something out. See you in a few." she said with a mock salute. She trudged off to grab her things from the suit case and get cleaned up.
Miracle of Life: A Pregnancy Roleplaying Guild
A RP guild based around the joy of impending motherhood.
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