WINTER OF 1868 (present)
The small green park met by the side skirts in paris had been filled with young adults and older couples, many that had resembled the same social status that Aunt March liked to surround herself with.
The older women sat with her youngest niece, bathed in blue and her nose stuck inside of a white parchments, eyes shooting back and forth as she read it quickly.
"Your sister won't be pleased you didn't wait..." Her older eyes trailed over to a pair of young women, Aunt Josephine had scrunched her nose, taking in their appearance and most importantly their hair.
The older woman was known for up keeping her high standards, she had trained her nieces as best as she could. Amalie had been the perfect mold and now she was working on the youngest.
"The decadents have ruined Paris, these French women have never picked up a hair brush." she scoffed, eyes glancing back at her youngest niece and rolling her eyes after the silence.
She longed the mile to see her cherished Niece, Amalie was a very particular girl and the fact that she had news for them whilst they were in pair too was spectacular.
"Girl! Did you hear what i said?!"
Amy released a small breath, glancing up from the letter that their mother had sent "Ah, Yes... Very True Aunt March"
Quickly her eyes had shot back down, feeling the even road as the horses hooves clicked in the background.
"Mother says nothing about Beth" Her eyes had glanced back up as she folded up the parchment and slipped it back into it's envelope "Just a more reason for Amalie to leave"
Beth had stayed exceptionally Ill, it was a bug honestly. The girl would release the illness and then just a few weeks later she would become bed ridden, a true disaster that had only now became a problem, And once that worried the March sister's deeply.
"You can do nothing if you go back, the girl is sick, not lonely"
Aunt March clicked her tongue, leaving Amy is a slight thought, her eyes staring ahead as she couldn't help but feel indifferent.
Beth was the last March sister to stay behind, apart from Meg who had started her own family, it had just not been the same. Amalie had been in Paris off and on for the past year and a half, visiting Beth as much as she could in between sharing a life with her partner.
Jo was left in New York, achieving her dreams and wanting to publish her own book, Amy had last seen her the past 4 months. Considering she had been stuck in Paris, painting as much as she could and selling pieces while also taking classes.
Beth was alone with their parents in the shabby black house they all dreaded, with no movement because she would grow sick often.
Her eyes followed a somber figurine , it's head tilted towards the floor as they walked and she couldn't help but feel like she was imagining it, Was the world really this small?
She didn't quite thinking really about the consequences, only the possibility of what could arise if she were to reconcile one of her sister's old friendships.
"Stop the Carriage! Laurie! Laurie!"
Quite frankly she was scared he would evaporate into thin air as they both passed each other, Amy had sent herself off of the carriage in seconds, more than likely catching odd looks. She would never forgive herself if she hadn't stopped him, not after the reconstruction her older sister had put herself through just a year and a half ago.
In seconds she's hugging the young man, and suddenly it feels like his heart is dropping once more as he familiarizes the features on the March girl.
Amy can see his smile falter just a little before he is ecstatic in seeing a familiar face. "Amy! You're all grown up! You've become so beautiful"
The younger girl can almost cringe as she holds his elbows, beaming in joy as she was able to find him in another country.
"Please don't—Where's your grandfather?!" Her eyes had glanced around looking for the older man, watching as Laurie's eyes had shot towards the carriage, only to settle on the older Josephine March.
"Still in Germany, i'm on my own traveling, having fun—"
"—Chasing some girl across europe??" It had spilled out, honestly, Amy could see his face darken as he began to grow un-easy, the attempt in a light conversation had been gone.
"I'm—Sorry about Amalie, truly—We all thought.."
She couldn't help but trail off, watching as he nodded in continuance.
"Don't be—How is she?"
Laurie watched as she released a sigh, her mind instantly going towards the french man she had grown to become pestered with.
"AMY! AMY MARCH! YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
Even Laurie felt himself flinch as he couldn't help but smile, The older woman throws a hard glare towards Amy before she is left to turn in a hurry.
"Come to the New Year's Party! It's a ball and everyone will be there! Including Fred! Dress for festivities, too hats and silk! The chavain!!"
"Fred?" Laurie breathed out in surprise, Amy nodded quickly, with the largest Grin "We've become close friends"
"Seriously Laurie! I better see you there! You won't regret it I promise!" She holds onto his arms, as if she is speaking the words into his brain so he would listen. Amy shoots towards the carriage with a final breath and Laurie can't help but linger with a small forgotten smile.
Amy's smile cannot falter as she climbs back onto the carriage, this time gripping the letter from her mother, her excitement booming as she counts down the seconds from her older sister.
Aunt March from beside her is only keeping in her annoyance as the Carriage starts.
Amy feels as though her chest will explode, because the seconds feel like hours and the horse is traveling too slow for her liking.
But once she sees the brick complex she begins to bounce her knee in excitement that Aunt March almost stomps on her flat. She giggles, throwing herself from out of the carriage and shooting towards the dark red wooden door, She doesn't even bother to knock, when she soon after realizes why she should've.
Amalie March is standing in the foyer, fuming with anger as she clenched her fists, whilst Francis Moreau is hot on her tail, his slitted eyes instantly opening as he notices the new guest first.
Amy watches his demeanor shift, Amalie instantly notices and she can't help but smile in gratitude.
"Amy! I'm sorry if i kept you two waiting, i must have lost track of time" she apologies almost instantly, grabbing her throw over and clipping it.
"Francis, if you'll excuse us, we'll return before sun down"
"Of course, Amy, nice to see you again" He reaches out his left hand, greeting the youngest March before finally lingering towards Amalie.
"Very well, I'll see you when you return"
Amy watches intently as he dips slightly to place a simple kiss on her sister's cheek. Amalie is unbothered by this act and simply puts a hand on his arm before heading towards the front door.
