In the early class the next day, Meredith walked over to Maeve Lane's seat, her eyes filled with undeniable excitement, "Maeve, did you come back with Julian Fairchild yesterday?"
Many people saw them coming back yesterday, so Maeve had nothing to hide, "Yeah."
"So, is this really you and Julian Fairchild in the picture?!"
A phone appeared in front of her, and on it was the photo of her and Julian Fairchild kissing downstairs last night.
She had this noble and aloof man pinned against the tree trunk, her chin slightly raised in an extremely bold manner. If it were someone else, they might not be able to handle Julian Fairchild's aura, but for Maeve Lane, she did it so naturally, exuding a bit of a charming and dashing vibe.
Especially since the two of them were kissing!
Maeve glanced at it and calmly said, "Yeah."
Meredith was about to kneel before Maeve, "It really is you two. I thought someone photoshopped it."
