Florence shrugged. “Yeah, we kissed. What about it?”
Shocked still, I gaped at Florence and examined her reaction, and then I regret examining her reaction because I never saw a hint of delight in her green eyes. I can't believe how Florence was so nonchalant about getting kissed by her long-treated nemesis. For all I know, Florence wasn’t required to pretend in front of me, so if she was really stoic, then she must be really unaffected.
Except her cheeks are telling me otherwise since they skipped the pink hues into crimson.
“Oh, come on, Anya. We did it as our duty to you both as private secretaries. Don’t put any malice in it,” Florence added dismissively.
I am well aware of their duties and yet I still can't get over the fact that she was so mellow but at the same time somehow oppo
