As if its own master, Maeve’s expression soured at the name. Mrs. Skeeter. Happy though she was to have him as her husband, she was still a Connolly through and through. Catching herself, Maeve quickly adopted something more neutral, praying her mother hadn’t caught it.
“But of course,” she cooed.
“But of course,” she cooed.

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