#frank asks

Genevieve picked the delicate white petals from a daisy one by one, twirling the small flower as she did so. She hadn’t been paying attention to what either of the boys had been saying for quite some time and only started to when Frankie said her name.

“Pardon?” She asked, glancing up at him from her rested position, her head on his abdomen. Archie, who was lounging beside Frank laughed at his cousin’s ignorance and Gennie responded by throwing the now completely de-petalled flower towards him with a frown. 

“I said, which Shelby brother do you think is most desirable, Thomas, John or Arthur?”

Gennie sat bolt upright then, turning to Frank with an expression of both embarrassment and astonishment - he certainly was being bold. Frank and Archie exchanged a glance and then simultaneously burst into deep laughter. “Francis O’Hagan...” Gennie chastised him, though she wasn’t able to hide the hint of a smile that danced upon her pale lips. “I’ll have you know that none of the Shelby boys are in the least bit desirable to me.” 

“Not even Johnny boy?” Archibald Lock smirked, one suggestive eyebrow kinked at the mention of his best friend. Every and their mother knew that Gennie was sweet on John, as he was with her - though no one seemed to have admitted that out loud yet.

“Certainly not.” Gennie folded her arms across her chest and Frank laughed again, sitting up and resting his body weight on his elbows.