Page 51 of The Brat: Prequel
Maxim: O’Donnelly’s speeches run on too long. He’ll need to curb that one day
Me: He’s in training
Maxim: Your speech would have been perfect
Me: Why, how flattering. What do you want?
Maxim: I’m hurt, Victoria. What makes you think I want anything?
I smirk.
“Ugh, I hate it when you talk to him. You get sappy. I’m going to grab us drinks from the vending machine before I puke,” Shay grouses, slouching off without asking me what I want—why would he? He knows me well enough by now to figure it out on his own.
Me: I didn’t see you
Maxim: I saw you. We matched
Maxim: See?
*Maxim sends picture*
Me: I didn’t see you in person!!!!!!! *pouts*
Me: I love that suit, though. Why didn’t you sit with my family?
Maxim: I told you I wouldn’t because of security
Me: Are you sure you were there?
Maxim: How would I know about that boring speech otherwise?
Me: Misha. You usually send him off to do the shit you don’t want to do, no?
Maxim: How well you know me
Maxim: As if I’d miss today
Maxim: The first of the rest of your life
Me: Wasn’t that my eighteenth?
Maxim: No. Soon, you’ll be in Poughkeepsie. Free to roam
Me: Ha. Like you and the O’Donnellys won’t have a contingent of guards on me
Maxim: Da, BUT I have told them to give you freedom and only to interact with you if you’re in danger
My brow puckers at his message as I parse out the words and read between the lines.
Free to roam.
He wants me to date? Wait… isn’t he supposed to be courting me?
Me: Why?
Maxim: Freedom shouldn’t come with chains. Ask me how I know lol
Lol? Not xaxa?
