Theme: Mix Up
Food: Cookies
"Hmm. . . it's almost April Fools." His brother tapped his lip, contemplating before the calender. There were three days left in March that remained uncrossed.
"It sounds like you haven't come up with anything yet." Bridget said.
"Yeah." His brother's laugh was tinted with a sigh. He took wide steps from the calender, then plopped on the couch. His fingertips grazed the red velvet absently, lost in thought.
A servant set a plate of snicker doodles on the coffee table, her cheeks dimpled, a sly smile on her lips. "Young Master, I couldn't help but overhear. If I may, I have a suggestion."
He raised a brow, curious.
"I'm sure if you and lady-" The woman's voice hitched under the glare the younger sibling shot. "-Bridget switched clothes it would create quite a stir."
The eldest brother's lip puckered out, eyes to the ceiling, as if something was written there to persuade his decision. "You know, I'm not thrilled about wearing frilly dresses but that sounds like a great idea!"
"I'm happy I could help." She chuckled.
"What do you think?" He turned to Bridget, who was quietly watching them talk as he nibbled on a snicker doodle. "It sounds fun." He said, laughter brimmed from his voice but inwardly he was quiet, almost solemn. "But don't you think mom and dad would be furious?"
"Furious about their son wearing women's clothes?" He shrugged.
"Well, mother won't even let me wear pants." Bridget's brows knitted, his blue eyes evaded his brother's, hiding. "Sorry, but I'm afraid I cannot be a part of your shannengins this year." Bridget half (empty) smiled and after smoothing the front of his dress left the room.
i Honestly, I wanted to do it too. I want to know what it's like to wear men's attire but. . . I can't risk it. I'm sorry./i
"Bridget! Come on! Can't you think about it for just a sec?"
"Nope." His voice resonated from the other room.
Bridget's brother rolled his eyes and drew out an exasperated sigh. "She's so stubborn."