Being one who enjoyed celebrating love and family, Valentine's Day wasn't really one Marguerite would ignore but it also wasn't one that she felt was the be all end all of life. Mostly because no one should feel obligated to do something they were uncomfortable with all because of a day. Still, the actress enjoyed it for the idea, though that undoubtedly came from the fact she believed in living life and enjoying it, to making it matter. Really, spending time with Percy was enough for her, especially with the way things were going. The rise in crime was worrisome, and she was still worried about the poem as well as the random hang ups she'd gotten on the phone, with nothing to really tell her anything. There wasn't much to do on that front though, so it was living life.
Of course, the question was how the two would be spending time together that day. With nothing more than 'wait for me to get you', Marguerite had put in her hours at the shelter that morning, helping the children put on their own play for their mothers. It had been something they'd been working on for the past couple of weeks and it had gone over well. After all, romantic love was not the only love that should be celebrated.
Come afternoon though, and Marguerite was in her apartment. Waiting, and trying to figure out what Percy might have planned. She didn't mind the anticipation, or the surprise, but having an idea on what to wear might be nice. Showered and dressed in something simple yet still inherently her, Marguerite had a flower crown in hair and was going over her script for Macbeth when she heard the knock at the door. Getting up from the couch, she moved to the door and smiled as she opened it.