The gentlemen were as red as steamed lobsters while the ladies were whispering to each other in excitement.
When the couple finally came out, Lucien looked as grim as someone who had just been taken disadvantage of.
Ronan, on the other side, glowed like the sun itself.
He casually dumped the package with Lucien's sample into Milroy's hands.
"Done," he had said with a smug, shameless smile.
"..."
Milroy was speechless.
The men were clearing their throats and the women were giggling.
When Gordon Clearwater came down and took a look at his son, he frowned and asked, "Lulu, everything alright?"
The Luna gave his mate a sharp glance before he replied with, "I am just feeling under the weather."
From then on, "under the weather" carried a completely different meaning for Milroy.
At present time, he did not wish to ask Lucien how exactly he was feeling under the weather.
