A happy-go-lucky “30-something year old” trying to walk the tightrope of being a responsible adult and not fall down, as she had done so many times before, into the safety net of immaturity. Marni’s motto in life was to never expect too much and appreciate all of the little things, a lot! Armed with her sidekick; none other than the darling Mr Darcy! (…yes, she had named her pet pooch after Pride & Prejudice’s heartthrob), together they conquered the regularity of everyday life; the ups and downs, the scary films that kept Marni awake at night (she really should stop watching those), the morning yawns and stretches and not to mention Mr Darcy’s favourite: the “Walkies!”.
As a child, Marni had been inquisitive and adventurous. Always the little girl running ahead of her friends yelling and pointing out something totally awesome that she could see, although to the adult eye it was just some boring bench or a twig. She’d had a great upbringing with her parents who had loved her with all the love that they’d had to offer. One could suggest that she had been spoilt especially since she was an only child, however her parent’s had been firm but fair and she had learnt a lot about appreciation from them.
Growing up, Marni scored average grades at school; nothing too flashy. In all honesty, she had spent a lot of her time outside in the garden playing games by herself or running around the local park with any other kids who would play with her than sitting inside with her nose in books. It wasn’t that she was unruly, she just got stifled pretty damn quickly, and no one – not even her parents – could make her sit still for very long.
To the present date, Marni had soared through the years and flourished into a healthy, lively woman. Her waist-length brown hair had sun-kissed highlights weaving through the curls from all the years spent outside and her green eyes sparkled with a youth nothing could vanquish. Towering above most women her age, Marni sported the 5″8 (without heels!) that she was with ease. Being around the height of horses had never made her feel the need to slouch and she held her posture well. Looking down at Mr Darcy was really the only time she felt pretty damn tall. Either that or…Mr Darcy was incredibly small for his breed.
