Jupiter looked as if the sun itself were shining out of his face as Morrigan ran up the steps to greet him. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, his blue eyes welling up ever so slightly. Morrigan was surprised, and rather touched, by the unexpected display of emotion. She showed her appreciation by reaching out to punch him in the arm. “Pathetic,” she whispered. Jupiter laughed, wiping his eyes. Beside Jupiter stood Hawthorne’s patron, young Nancy Dawson, her cheeks dimpling as she grinned down at her own candidate.
😂😂 this girl needs therapy
