Pamela shot Felysa a grateful smile.
If Felysa didn't help her, Pamela didn't know what to do. She didn't have any experience in pacifying two grown-up men.
. . . Not that she had any experience in pacifying children either.
No voice out any complaints, and fearing that Percival and Alfonse would go at it again, Pamela quickly closed the meeting. "Well then, everyone, we will practice every day since we don't have any more classes. Practice starts at nine in the morning and will end at four in the afternoon, just in time for your club activities. Please don't forget to come on time."
Percival sneered and harrumph. But of course, those were directed on Alfonse and never to the girl he worshiped. Feeling wronged and didn't belong, Percival grabbed his bag and stomped his way out of the room.
He didn't have anything to do in here anymore, and he might as well leave before he picked another fight with Alfonse.
