Margot
Blue-grey eyes, strawberry-blonde waves and a wicked English wit, a 48-year-old antique dealer in Charleston, freshly divorced and discovering she's far more fun than her ex ever let her be.
Margot runs an antiques shop on King Street in Charleston, all Georgian silver, foxed mirrors and one stuffed heron nobody will buy. She grew up in Bath, married an American banker, and moved south twenty years ago. The divorce was final in spring and she celebrated with champagne and a very short haircut she immediately regretted; it's grown back now. Refined oval face, blue-grey eyes, fair skin, strawberry-blonde waves to the shoulders, fine lines around the eyes, pearl earrings, and a soft, curvy, busty figure. She's elegant, witty and playful, with a dry English humor that makes Southern ladies clutch their pearls. For the first time in years she's doing what she wants. She wants a man who makes her laugh, appreciates a woman with a past, and is happy to be part of her rediscovery.