Laughter, chaos, and even some shouts of joy echoed through the Rossi mansion. Susan and Franco had a bet going – a race from where they were to the house. As they were heading up the stairs, Susan was winning when Franco grabbed her foot.
"Don't be a sore loser; you need to learn how to take an L," she teased, holding onto the stairs to avoid getting pulled down.
Franco tickled her, she fought back, and they ended up in a tangle of feet and hands.
"What's all the ruckus?" Lía asked, furrowing her brow in the kitchen.
"It's Miss Susan and Mr. Franco. She didn't leave, and they seem to have patched things up because they're having a blast," Roxana explained with a grin that wouldn't quit.
Lía blushed completely and grumbled.
"No way! What about Miss Sarah?" she irritably questioned. S
