Maeve had not often had occasion to see her mother angry, and it was in those moments that the petite woman became formidable and that the similarities between mother and daughter became truly clear. The redhead did her best not to show any signs of intimidation, focusing her attetnions instead on the blond locks and soft, grey eyes of her newfound soulmate. That is, until he opened his mouth.
Though she loved her husband with all her heart, and though she was not overly fond of her mother’s response to the whole scenario, she could not help but shoot the wizard a look that quite plainly said Watch yourself or I will cut you. Part of her new husband’s charm was the fact that he had one or two qualities for her to repair, and his assumption that women showing emotion was merely “hysterics” was one of them.
“What Barnabas is trying to say,” the witch attempted to remedy, “is that there is no reason to let this news cause you any distress. We are married, we are, indeed, indescribably happy, and so once the shock has worn away, I have no doubt at all that you shall agree that this was the best thing that might possibly have happened to me.”
True, it was hurried and true, Maeve could—if she squinted a bit—see her mother’s points, but the deal was long since done. The time to critique it had passed, and the time was instead ripe for finding silver linings.
She offered her mother an encouraging smile.
Though she loved her husband with all her heart, and though she was not overly fond of her mother’s response to the whole scenario, she could not help but shoot the wizard a look that quite plainly said Watch yourself or I will cut you. Part of her new husband’s charm was the fact that he had one or two qualities for her to repair, and his assumption that women showing emotion was merely “hysterics” was one of them.
“What Barnabas is trying to say,” the witch attempted to remedy, “is that there is no reason to let this news cause you any distress. We are married, we are, indeed, indescribably happy, and so once the shock has worn away, I have no doubt at all that you shall agree that this was the best thing that might possibly have happened to me.”
True, it was hurried and true, Maeve could—if she squinted a bit—see her mother’s points, but the deal was long since done. The time to critique it had passed, and the time was instead ripe for finding silver linings.
She offered her mother an encouraging smile.
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