The World Is A Curse || Spencer Reid 's daughter || Vol. 1

ten

SOBER AND BORING

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An hour before they were scheduled to leave Max decided to check in on Maeve. After Spence returned with Maeve and Charlie they all carried her new stuff into her room but since then she hadn't seen her anymore. 

Max hadn't talked to Maeve much, yet. Maeve was very quiet around her and Max couldn't help but to feel like the young girl was scared. Max didn't like the idea of scaring a child.

"Hey... Can I come in?", She asked after knocking against Maeve's bedroom door.

"Yeah, sure...", a faint voice came from the other side.

Max opened the door and leaned against the doorframe. Maeve had laid out the dress and the shoes they bought on the bed but she hadn't started to get dressed yet.

"Spence told me that you bought a cute dress for tonight, it looks great. ", Max commented with a smile.

Maeve gave her a hesitant look before returning her attention to the dress. She looked incredibly uncomfortable, she had wrapped her arms around herself and her shoulders drawn to her ears. 

"Yeah, I like it a lot. I just have no idea what to do with my hair, or my face. I mean, I don't own make-up and Nadia only ever put it on me when she needed me to look older. ", The girl explained before dragging her hands through her messy curls.

"Do you want me to help you with that?", Max offered carefully. She could admit that she was weary of Maeve at first. To her Maeve had just been Cat's daughter, someone who was out to hurt her husband. But now that she knew what Maeve had been through, she knew that she was just a kid. A kid that got hurt and couldn't even begin to comprehend that not all people were cruel.

"Would you?" Maeve asked, sounding unsure, like Max might just tell her that she had been kidding.

"Of course! Come on. ", Max nodded enthusiastically before leading Maeve to her and Spencer's bedroom where she sat the girl down in front of her vanity.

She started with brushing through Maeve's hair. It was thicker and darker than Spencer's but it had the same waves and curls. "You have great hair, it's kind of like Spencer's, just darker. ", Max pointed out, smiling at Maeve through the mirror.

Maeve didn't smile back. She just stared herself down, her expression empty. Max wasn't even sure if she had heard her.

"I look like Cat, don't I?", Maeve then asked and while her expression didn't shift in the slightest, she sounded sad.

Max felt the urge to disagree but then again she felt like the girl would know if she lied to her. And it would be a lie. Maeve looked a lot like Cat. Her eyes and lips were her mother's and even if her features were a lot sharper, like Spencer's, she still reminded Max of Cat. But Max also didn't want to admit to that.  Because there was also so much of the man she loved in this girl.