𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

16. Peace Treaty

"Alright T-minus 6 hours to the event and I want everything proper. You hear me?" shouted Florence. She clicked the pen in her hand and scribbled on her clipboard. "You suits, check on the liquor options, and please keep it the good kind. Do you really think this is the best option for flower design? What are you a three year old wannabe princess?"

Florence shook her head and scribbled some more on her clipboard. Elijah blinked keeping a blank stare on Florence. He peered over Florence at Maeve who sat on the wooden table placed by a pillar, munching on a bar of chocolate. A mischievous teasing smirk played on her lips as she made eye contact with him.

Elijah sighed and walked away from Florence and toward Maeve. Florence looked up to see him walk away, "excuse me, I am still talking to you."

"I heard you Florence I am going to go over here and call the vinery and order the drinks." he justified himself and went to where Maeve sat.

"For the man who's thrown parties and bazillion times, why did you ask Florence to organise the party?" Maeve asked him.

Elijah rested slightly on the table next to Maeve, "I remember the Gala. It was exquisite."

Maeve hummed sarcastically giving him a side eye, "nah babe, you're just doing it because the Lycans won't be a part of this blood peace Treaty."

Elijah glanced at her with a sudden pale face. "Maeve..."

"Relax, I ain't mad." she said giggling and patting his shoulder.

"But still..."

Maeve placed a hand to his cheeks forcing him to look her way. "Elijah... don't feel bad, okay? It's fine. Stop hitting your head."

He hummed. Maeve draped her hand around him. Suddenly she started giggling like a maniac. Elijah looked at her sideways.

"I still can't believe you gave Florence the job of organising."

"It's a mistake I see it now." he whispered to Maeve quickly throwing a glance at Florence who thankfully was busy scolding the flower decoraters.

"I may be her Alpha, but she is still bossy when she becomes a decorator."

"Just because I am occupied with something doesn't mean I can't hear you lovesick bastards." she screamed from the other end of the room.

Maeve giggled and stiffled the chortle by burying her head into Elijah's shoulder.

"What surprises me is that Lycans are not going to be a part of this peace." said Klaus as he walked into the compound with his usual casual walk.

"Because we didn't settle here originally. It was Marcel who brought us here. So, enough about this now." Maeve threw her head back and groaned. "As it is, vamps, wolves, witchy-bitchy and hoomans make a party look like a funeral."

"Do you think this will end in a catastrophe?" inquired Klaus.

"Oh I know it will end horribly."

Elijah glanced at both of them with a questioning look. "Then why did you give me the idea to throw a party and why are you paying for it?"

Maeve pressed a finger to Elijah's lips, her eyes stationary on Klaus. "How about a little wager?"

He grinned back at her, "I like the idea."

Both indulged themselves into a quick hushed conversation leaving Elijah to strain on his enhanced hearing to listen.

"Are you really making a bet?"

Both looked at him with a deadpan look. "What else did she say?" asked Klaus as a matter of fact. Both continued on negotiating their bet.

Elijah rolled his eyes at both of them. He busied himself with the work, tediously enough a negotiation with Florence about the lighting of the evening.