The scene shifted back to the live broadcast.
After admiring the newly revamped room, the group found themselves with some time to kill and decided to wander over to the neighboring crew’s space.
The room next door wasn't a complete disaster, but calling it presentable would be a stretch.
Heather and Michelle, never ones for heavy lifting, had made a half-hearted attempt at tidying up, just enough to appease the livestream audience. Their efforts, however, were pretty much pointless.
The online viewers had long run out of patience for critiquing the duo.
Hans was in the middle of some bricklaying when he looked up to see Mirabella and her crew at the doorway. His dust-streaked face registered surprise, and he almost dropped a brick on his foot.
"Y’all done already?" Hans asked, recovering from his shock.
"Yep," Gabriel nodded, gesturing towards Mirabella. "All thanks to our little sister's direction."
Mirabella raised an eyebrow and shot Gabriel a sideways glance.
Gabriel flashed her a polite smile, speaking nothing but the truth. Without her pulling up those how-to videos online, they might have been clueless.
At the mention of Mirabella's help, Hans perked up and approached her. "Come on, sis, be my strategist, will ya? Give me some pointers?"
Mirabella cast a slow glance around the room, about to speak up.
Michelle, although slightly irked by all the high praise Mirabella was getting, saw the chance to have an extra pair of hands and was naturally all for it.
After all, the heavy and dirty work was perfect for a country girl.
So she set aside her broom and chimed in with Hans's suggestion, "We'd be much obliged for your help, sis."
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