Does she have to kiss, hug you in front of millions when the only thing she wants to do is strangle you in your sleep ? (She tried to look on the bright side.) You didn't demand anything from her and neither did she.

Relationship PR was Vought's main lever to provide the news with good slogans that the main feminist of the seven had found a mate to match. The omission was the fact that there was some cat running between the two of you, or was it more like a lion? In fact, it's about how, outside of the press, you're disgusted to even cross paths.

But just now, when the seven are going through a terrible time, Vought shoved Maeve and her beautiful partner into the gala to smooth things over. As you walked around the big building, her hand gripped your waist a little too tightly, it looked like it might leave a bruise or several.

"Smile and act natural." She smiled as the mayor and his entourage walked past you. Her red hair was developing because of your too fast stride. Maeve didn't want to get caught in too long a conversation about you. But also present here was the Homelander and Ashley.

When you were finally in the right place, the edge of the room where only the most important individuals were. Maeve, overpowering her inner demons, left a smooth smack on your cheek. "Honey, you look magical." She looked around at everyone present except you. How sweet.