“What the hell is happening?” Someone, one of the guests who weren’t busy with their respective partners on the dance floor, whispered Leonica’s exact thought as she stared at each of the hands presented in front of her, one out of three waiting for her to place her hand in theirs and make a pick.
“Who do you think she’s going to choose?” Another person asked in a whisper, sipping on their wine as they watched the scene play out with interest.
“I know we aren’t meant out poke our nose in their matter, but I can’t help but wonder. All three men are dashing. So who’s Ms. Romero going to pick?”
The whispers, once little, slowly rose as more people’s attentions were drawn to the scene, soon, the voice’s reached Ashley’s ears. Stopping his currently clumsy but very much enjoyable dan
