Ivonne’s POV

“Yeah, push it inward Lora,” Tobias directed as he stood in a black long-sleeved shirt made by a popular designer, well ironed red slacks underneath. His hair pushed back in their usual rough style which I had come to like.

“It's okay there,” I advised Lora as she stationed the large boquet of flowers without getting rid of its leaves or breaking the branches. “Thank you Lora.”

“You are welcome Luna,” she beamed and took a step back from the rangerover so Tobias could shut the boot. “Are you you don't need me to accompany you and attend to your needs if any.”

“Don’t worry Lora,” I assured...