Andrew puts his hand against his chest and looks at the two unconscious teenagers to see that they sleep in the same way and seem to appreciate this pause.
"Look how cute they are both," Aliferous sincerely said. She laughs a little amused and then looks away at her husband. "Don’t you think he would make a good mentor for her? " does she sneakily propose.
"A man, a woman’s mentor? Out of the question," Andrew and Kenneth both say. She smiles and raises her eyebrows several times while looking at them.
"This is about Leroy and a protégé, not a man and a protégé... May I remind you of the number of protected already living with him constantly. He is far too busy on a daily basis to do with her anything but watch her wisely...come on, it can’t be a bad idea. Our little baby would go really well with her."
"He’d be fine with her, what does that mean? " Andrew mutters as he approaches her.
"I don’t know about the two of you, and it may be too early to tell. I think I’m playing them both well."
"You only say that because she is the only woman who comes under her roof without being part of her family and without having any professional role in her life." Kenneth corrects her. Exasperated, he sighs as he passes the faint eye of the big brown sleeping wisely to the little blonde sleeping peacefully. I don’t agree, a man has never mentored a woman, and it’s clearly not now that we’re going to start, much less with a woman who’s scared and traumatized by the male gender." He concludes formally.
"Hemm, she doesn’t look so traumatized to me on that chair."
"Jenny." calls him Kenneth. "Nice try. Stop, please." he continues firmly. He turns to Andrew and smiles." Guide us, little one. Show us how the preparations for tonight are going."
"Gladly! Just wait for me to go and get Leroy’s tablet, it is he who recorded all the events in his possession and has access to them. Follow me."
The three adults leave the Heavenize home together to join the opposite establishment, leaving Leroy and Lenore unconscious.
In the evening after a simply busy morning, the group of girls are gathered hands in hand and wonder about the event tonight, all dressed in traditional white kabyle dresses covered from shoulders to feet with hair tied in braids.
"Hey Leroy. " Once standing next to her brother, Aelan happily utters her words. He smiles and gives him his attention. Look how adorable she is, I am so happy," she said happily, pointing discreetly at Lenore. Leroy looks at his finger and then nods in agreement. Oh you don’t look enthusiastic, look how cute she is, though." she said in a more serious tone. I noticed that she had...a big scar, you think Justin would have dared to hit a rose that he waited patiently to bloom? " she whispers in her ear.
Leroy stands up and is confused. Justin, when I broke into the field, he was not aggressive at all...just tactile." He says before he tightens his jaw, he waltzes his eyes towards Lenore and finally allows himself to look at his face. She has bruises on her face, that’s right. ' He sighs and forces himself to change his mind, not being at the right event to demonstrate his anger.
"Tonight we intend to get rid of our anger, we want to relax and let the child in us, reborn again!" "Not to mention the lovely girls of our country." continues with her hand extended to the young women dressed in the same way.
The people concerned move towards her with hesitation and are escorted by their monitors, except Lenore, left alone in her wheelchair in the distance, besides this thought stresses her enough for her leg to start shaking. Don’t I deserve my honor back either? " she thinks inwardly with a tight heart.
Leroy straightens up by noticing this error, he looks away at his sister and finds that she already has another task to accomplish towards the roses.
The alpha sighs and jumps from the platform, he walks forward in a hurry and forces himself to smile at all people who cross his eyes.
"Sorry, we haven’t found a mentor for you... yet."
"Don’t apologize. Who’d want the famous rose?" The voice in Leroy's mind echoes like a broken one.