“You hired a WHAT?!”
A tutor. Her father had hired her a private tutor. The protests currently leaving Margo’s lips were really only for ceremony. It was hardly the first time that her father had threatened her with something like this. She was in her second year of college (Something that really she hadn’t failed out of totally because of her father's very generous donations.)
As far as she was concerned, anybody that her father hired was going to be fairly easy to manipulate. Margo knew that she was pretty, and there was a lot of money spent ensuring that she would look a certain way and fit in with a certain caliber of crowd. The way that Margo saw it, looking as good as she did, what was the point in going to school? She was just going to be married off like some socialite anyway, so
