WISTERIA , Oscar Piastri

Six

Maeve and Oscar returned to their group just in time for dinner. Logan immediately questioned their whereabouts.

"Where have you been? We've been looking for you," Logan asked with a hint of curiosity. Oscar shrugged, sharing a knowing smile with Maeve. "Just here and there," he replied cryptically.

Isabel, ever the observant one, couldn't resist teasing. "You all look lovesick, too much heart eyes."

Maeve, not quite catching Isabel's comment, asked, "What?"

Isabel quickly changed the subject, urging them to focus on dinner. "Nothing, let's have dinner, yeah?" she said, steering the conversation away from any further speculation.

During their dinner, the group engaged in lively conversation, catching up and enjoying each other's company. However, in the middle of the meal, Maeve's phone rang, and she excused herself to take the call.

"Sorry to bother you, but I thought you'd like a good start to your new year," Eloise's voice came from the other end.

Maeve's anticipation was palpable as she asked, "Oh, it's not a bother at all. Do you have news for me?"

Eloise's voice held a hint of excitement as she delivered the news. "Well, we discussed it, and we think you'd be the right choice for us. Congratulations, Maeve. You have the job. We're expecting you to join us soon after you graduate."

Maeve's eyes lit up with joy and surprise. She couldn't help but smile broadly. "Thank you so much! I'm thrilled," she replied, gratitude and excitement coursing through her.

As Maeve returned to her seat next to Oscar after her phone call, he couldn't help but notice the elation in her eyes. He could sense that something important had transpired.

"Everything alright?" Oscar asked, his concern evident.

Maeve hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether it was the right time to share her news. After a brief pause, she decided to reveal her secret.

"Ossie, I just got the Conde Nast job," Maeve whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Oscar's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he exclaimed, unable to contain his astonishment.

Logan, who was sitting nearby, overheard the conversation and voiced her concern. "Is everything alright?"

Oscar, still processing the news, assured Logan with a nod. "Yeah, everything's fine."

Maeve couldn't help but break into a wide smile as she shared her incredible news. "I got a job at Conde Nast. You're looking at the new Creative Associate for GQ."

Isabel and Logan couldn't contain their excitement. They erupted into cheers and applause, congratulating Maeve on her impressive achievement. Oscar wore an expression of deep affection and pride as he looked at her.

"So proud of you, baby," Isabel expressed. "Congrats, Mae. You go, girl!" Logan added.

Oscar chimed in, patting Maeve on the back affectionately. "So deserving. She's so talented; it's out of this world, actually."

however, Kiera couldn't resist casting a shadow on the celebratory moment. With a haughty tone, she questioned Maeve's worthiness. "You sure about that?"

Maeve's expression fell, "Sorry?."

Kiera, with a smug demeanor, continued her critique. "Oh, please. Everyone knows you don't lift a finger. Whose connection did you use this time? You're the epitome of a trust fund baby."

Maeve felt her anger rise at the accusation. "You're the one talking. You were practically born with your mom's agent."

Their exchange escalated, and Maeve seethed with frustration. "You're the standard of a nepo baby—stiff expression, hardly any experience, and just dick riding your mom's and partner's success."