Meaghan had to admit she was a little disappointed he didn't even attempt to argue with her. She continued frowning, contemplating ending tonight sooner than a moment before. If he really didn't want her to go, he shouldn't have asked. If he really didn't want her to go, why even tell her of the wedding to begin with? It seemed really pointless to put her on the spot and then not even care.
Grabbing a piece of bread she broke it in half a little angrily. She decided if she didn't have anything pleasant to say, not to speak at all. Maybe all night. No one ever called Meaghan mature, after all.
Next time, she shot at Octavius silently, Don't ask if you don't want me to agree.