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MAEVE MIKAELSON has been given many different names and personas over the centuries but now here is the story of how the world learned who stood behind the mask. In this expose, for the firs...
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"YOU SHOULD TRY AND CATCH THE BOUQUET," Rebekah jokes.
Maeve laughs as she continues to fold her clothes, "and marry who?"
Rebekah falls back on the bed dramatically, "anyone you want."
Humored, the heretic asks, "and when would I inform them of who I am?"
Rebekah turns to lay on her stomach, "never, let them figure it out."
"That sounds like a recipe for disaster."
"Hmmm maybe, so when will you be back?"
"I should return the day after the wedding or something like that."
Rebekah nods a couple times, "I ended it with Greg, figured that would be easier than explaining my vacation from the vacation."
"Smart girl."
"You are so biased," Rebekah says, rolling her eyes.
Maeve doesn't even deny it, "what can I say, you and Marcel are it."
Rebekah stands ignoring the comment and goes to the bathroom to help Maeve pack.
Sensing perhaps that pushing wouldn't be the best course of action Maeve grabs her phone and turns on music, she desperately wishes she could use magic to amplify it but no magic. So she turns the volume up and connects it to the one speaker they do have. And quickly the lyrics fill the room.
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REBEKAH: It felt so human like to belt out the lyrics to our favorite songs.
More than anyone, Maeve brought out that human side of me.
She made me feel human when no one else did.
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"Ok look, before Mae gets here Jo wants me to talk to y'all," Liv starts with fidgeting hands, "we need to act perfectly respectful till after the wedding, then we can interrogate her all we want, deal?"
Bonnie immediately gets defensive, "no one's integrating anyone."
"Don't worry we know you won't. But the rest of us don't trust someone with a million secrets," Liv is blunt, as she usually is. Having said what she wanted to say the blonde doesn't wait around, after all she has a list of things to do as the maid of honor.
Bonnie stays glaring at where she was long after Liv left.
After some time Enzo speaks up at the risk of facing an angry witch, "come on love we should probably go find Caroline to see what duties she'll have us doing."
