“Well, that was fun.” Maeve snarked, as her buttocks hit the leather seats of Rorys plush car. Rory glanced at her with a question in his eyes. What do you mean? She stared back at him too, inclining her head. The dinner was an…experience. Rorys father, the King all but ignored her and if it wasnt for Rory or his brother, Oscar who included her in the conversation from time to time, Maeve would have felt left out.
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