Third Person's POV
Mia inwardly seethed with resentment. Why did Kelsey manage to snag such a great guy so quickly? Did these men all lose their eyesight?
Her emotions sent her pheromones into a chaotic frenzy, and her fingers unconsciously clenched her skirt.
Soon, the lights of the auction hall dimmed, signaling the start of the event.
Angela deliberately turned her head toward Kelsey and spoke with a hint of condescension in her vanilla-scented voice. "Kelsey, is this your first time at an auction? Don't be nervous, just relax."
Her finger lightly brushed against the auction paddle in Kelsey's hand, an action laced with subtle disdain, as if underscoring the "gap" between them.
Kelsey quietly tightened her grip on the paddle until her knuckles turned white.
George, sitting beside
