Maeve saw Julius off at the elevator, patting his shoulder. "Not bad, Amour, you were even quicker than me! You even dared to impersonate Julius!"
Julius frowned at her hand. "With your reactions, no wonder your grandmother worries you'll never marry."
"I just don't want to, okay?" Maeve crossed her arms.
Julius turned slightly, facing her. His gaze fell on her still slightly swollen face. "Are you on bad terms with your father?"
Maeve froze, then snorted. "Hah, if your father wanted you to marry a crippled old woman for money, wouldn't you hate him?"
So that was it.
"As far as I know, the Murphy family found the Smith family based on the Godfather's revelation."
"The Murphy family isn't royalty. Why do they get to decide who they marry?"
Julius raised an eyebrow. "In Silk City
