Mila stood close to Zyran, her two hands on her waist as they watched Andreas and his family through the iPad. She raised her brows when Jaime got down on his knees and bowed. Mila moved a little, judging the young man with her side eyes.
She didn't know the man well enough, but since the incident during her wedding, Mila was sure the young man was lying through his teeth to the reporters. When Clara joined her son and started crying, Mila hummed.
The family looked really prepared for the reporters, and they were serving the necessary visuals to feed the public.
"A weekend with the Andreas?" Mila muttered, repeating what she heard. She twitched her lips and sighed.
"So during the weekend they can't have their own private time?" she asked mostly herself, but Zyran heard her.
Seeing how comfortable the girl had become, Zyran moved down the iPad, and Mila followed. When he moved it up, she raised her face. Zyran tapped the power button, and it went off.
