Mirabel looked on in astonishment. 'What is going on with them?'
No matter how she tried to process what she was seeing and hearing mentally, nothing made sense! Not one bit.
Jorge and Collin did not speak in low voices, so she, Flora, and all the workers in the room heard everything clearly. It was as if they were having a barter trade with her as the currency! Her mouth hung slightly open as she looked on because she could not even interrupt them.
Flora, on the other hand, like the few scattered maids in the room, was trying to hold in their laughter at the ridiculous situation unfolding in front of them. Flora's cheeks hurt from all the smiling.
"OMG! This is epic!" Flora teased.
"I never thought I would ever hear and witness two 'men' 'fighting' over you!"
"They are not fighting over me!"
"Yeah, yeah…. If you say so. It is not all fights that result from fists! Hahahahahaahaaa...."
