Marguerite stretched and smiled before she glanced over to Reign. The feast would be wonderful for the group of people the two invited between them. She only hoped they would enjoy and bask in the debauchery of Thanksgiving. Already, she was thankful for those who managed to be friends with her even with her Domme ways. Hell, she knew she could be a bitch and other times psychotic especially when it came to scratching out Reign's eyes in love but it seemed to work for her. "I promise not to scratch your make up off as long as you do not put the butcher through my hand. I already used up the nerves in my arm to fix the one in my hand." Winking, she sat back and made sure the preparations were ready.