"Oh my goodness! Are you all of my daughter's husbands?" The woman with dark blue hair, that almost looked like the color black, and green eyes, that is the same shade of Coco's eyes, exclaimed.
The mediators stood dumbfounded at the sight of the woman who looked incredibly similar to Coco.
It was as if the woman was a carbon copy of their dearest Coco, but is just the slightly older version of her, and seeing this, they don't know what to feel about it.
"Mama, please refrain from asking them for now." Coco called, pulling a chair out beside her. "Here, sit with me."
"Sure, sure, sure, sorry!" Cleora apologized and rushed to take a seat on the chair Coco pulled for her, then she lowered the volume of her voice into a whisper. "I wasn't just expecting you to be surrounded with faces that are certainly your type."
Coco raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. "My type? What are you talking about..?"
