Auden proceeded to consume his meal, seemingly oblivious to the recent outburst. And just like that, the echoing of high-heels resonated through the once-quiet atmosphere, and in a matter of moments, Maeve made her grand entrance into the dining room.
As always, she was adorned in a stylish and opulent outfit, exuding an air of elegance. Her presence commanded attention wherever she went, yet there was one man whose demeanor remained unwavering in her presence.
Maeve attempted to conceal her disappointment with a charming smile. She had grown accustomed to his indifference, but it never got any easier. While she made an effort to dress to impress Auden, he never spared her a second glance.
"Good morning, Auden. So, tell me, how do I look?" she inquired, beaming as she glided towards him
