Despite of once being a quite talented bard, today Maeve was a bit at loss with words. Butterflies danced in her stomach as her brain was swarmed with the emotion of finally being married with Lucien. It was something that they had desired for months, but had agreed to wait until the baby was born in order to not have extra stressors plus the Dubois fiasco who had haunted them both for part of the pregnancy.
She wore elegant yet not too over the top dress and moved from a table to another, greeting guests with her husband while people enjoyed food. One would think that by now she’d be starving but admittedly she wasn’t particularly hungry.
“My stomach is now absolutely closed, must be the nerves” she admitted in a low voice. “Good sort of excitement but I am still processing all of this"
She wore elegant yet not too over the top dress and moved from a table to another, greeting guests with her husband while people enjoyed food. One would think that by now she’d be starving but admittedly she wasn’t particularly hungry.
“My stomach is now absolutely closed, must be the nerves” she admitted in a low voice. “Good sort of excitement but I am still processing all of this"
11-11-2023, 12:16 PM
