On the whole, Michael leaned more toward Maeve's side.
Still, Landon had been running with their crowd for years. What he'd pulled tonight was too much, and it was bound to leave a bitter taste.
After turning it over in his head, Michael finally forced himself to mediate—against his better judgment. "Landon didn't do it on purpose, Maeve. How about we just… let it go?"
Maeve had already taken control of the room, the undisputed center of attention—and the one carrying the whole night.
Worse, she'd ground Landon's pride into the floor in front of everyone.
So yeah. She was enjoying herself.
With the air of someone granting a favor, she said, "Since Mr. Perez and Mr. Shaw have spoken, I'll give them that respect."
Translation: "I'm not letting this slide because of you, Landon. I'm letting it slide because they asked."
Landon fought down the anger clawing at his chest and smiled like nothing could touch him. "Very generous of you, Miss Vance."
Between Michael's smoothing and Corbin's steering, the little spectacle finally ended with everyone taking a step back.
To lift the mood, Corbin clapped his hands and offered, "Drinking and snacking gets old. How about we play something?"
Michael's eyes lit up immediately. "What kind of game? Another mystery-box thing?"
Corbin blinked. He clearly had no idea what a "mystery box" even meant.
But Landon knew exactly what it meant.
The last time they'd played that game, Maeve's performance in front of everyone had been unforgettable—uncomfortably so.
Leaning in, Andres murmured to Maeve, "If you hate this vibe, we can leave right now."
Nevaeh had ultimately stayed, and Andres wasn't thrilled about it.
Sure, coming tonight was partly to catch up with Corbin.
But he'd also wanted to test Landon.
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