Blueberry muffin

Later that night, Mr. Devins found himself back at his mansion in the company of Megan and her mother Joyce. The three of them sat in silence in the half lit living-room. They haven’t spoken a word to each other since they left the gala an hour ago. But they all agreed with one thing : it had been the worst evening in their entire existence. Megan weeped quietly in her seat, hoping to attract her father’s pity. She’d said earlier that she was going to leave the Devins mansion but she didn’t want to do that. She hoped that her father would feel bad and ask her to stay anyway. On the other hand, Mr. Devins was more worried about his ruined reputation. And to think that his own daughter had planned it all...It made him sick to the stomach. How was he supposed to face his colleagues, partners and employees after this night ? He was certain that the newspapers would have him on front page in the morning, too eager to throw shades on a famous businessman. No one would want to be associated w