Cassandra Loving

Choice Dress

[[[Don't forget, 7 o'clock I picked up. Do you know who this is? Yes, your future husband. Please we overcome this hostility and do not slander me no longer. Tomorrow at the event there will be not only my papa and yours, but a whole range of important people in the company. At least don't embarrass our parents. Keep that weird behavior of yours for a while."  ]]

Cassandra, who had just finished swimming, read the message on her phone and laughed.

Without even mentioning the name of Cassandra knew that the one who sent this message was Pras. Who else would be like that man who calls himself a pronoun 'me.'

Pras has two numbers. The number claiming to be Mr. Tyo the music teacher yesterday is different again. Cassandra hasn't saved this contact number.

"He knows I'm his enemy! Haha! Just wait! If my rejection is not enough to make Papa change his mind about this matchmaking, then let's make Pras who is reddish and begs not to want to marry me."

Cassandra laughed at how depressed Pras was to deal with her behavior yesterday.

Ah, in the future Cassandra knew she had to act more and more. Let him see how patient and mature he would be his proud son-in-law.

"Sir, I want orange juice, yes," Cassandra asked her waitress.

The middle-aged woman in white uniform nodded then left. Cassandra sat in the lounge chair of her swimming pool. His hands are busy playing his cell phone.

Especially what he did besides opening a social media account and finding out Hugo through his posts.

"ah! He is again preparing for a sound check for a gig in Bali! Uh, Hugo! Very handsome, anyway! It could be that someone as cool as you is the same Pras. You are like heaven and earth. Hugo's cool, Pras tacky!

The hufttt! Why the hell should I marry a guy like him. Stiff, too neat, very formal style. Nondescript. Just because it could be another music and same song Hugo I still want a little good you, Pras!"

Again, the reverie and the head of Cassandra contained only Hugo, Hugo, and Hugo. He did not realize that Pras had started to enter his mind secretly.

Cassandra smiled to herself until she realized that the one who came to her was not only her servant who brought orange juice, but there was also her papa.

"San, make your own smile. Reply chat with Pras again?" Prambodo approached his daughter.

Cassandra, who was happy to her father, immediately changed her facial expression immediately when her father mentioned Pras' name.

"Ih! What the hell, Pa. Papa is not working? Tumbens. Nice, deh. Papa rest at home. Cassandra was the one who helped medicine the same breakfast Papa Loh Papa time bathing. It's drunk, right?" Cassandra obviously couldn't put a face too long in front of her papa.

Cassandra loved the man who claimed to be dying. He does not want to lose a second chance to love the person he loves without prestige.

He used to fight a lot with his late mother because pre-teen made him a little dissident. And Cassandra lamented that. He did not want to repeat the mistake with his father.

"Udah is drunk, San. Thanks yeah. But today Papa is working, really. There are important things to sign. All make sure to prepare for the company dinner later. The event is special because all your engagement announcements are the same Pras. Gotta perfect!

Oh, ja. You are escorted by Mr. Budi at 10 pm to his boutique Aunt Kamila. You tomboy like this, obviously need to be taken care of for later tonight. Papa made a promise to her. You choose a beautiful dress. It's a special event tonight, you know. Okay?" Prambodo then stroked the head of Cassandra who was still wet swimming and passed away.

Cassandra looked down and drank the orange juice she asked for.

"Ah, Dad. Males is very feminine. Especially with the same Pras! If Hugo was the one who took me away, I'd be willing to go from the morning to the salon. Really males!" Cassandra grumbled in annoyance while stirring her orange juice.

Seen by the glittering pool water. Should he swim again? But he was lazy. Especially now that it's half 9. Better get ready for the boutique.

Cassandra stood up and picked up the towel. While walking towards his room, suddenly an idea flashed across his head.

***

Cassandra was sitting in front of the woman who used to be very familiar with her late mother.

The woman was so graceful despite her age. He was quite famous among the upper class. Clothing designs include exclusive and expensive.

"San, Auntie called your dad and was shocked. Aunty's friend's son who used to be small and cute is already this mature and has a fiancee. Well, I didn't expect Aunt.

Why is time so fast, yes. The feeling of yesterday you were still here in your mama's company and were rumored for going up and down the Aunt's desk." The shoulder-haired woman whose hair was half-whitened looked at Cassandra with a haru look.

Cassandra just smiled and nodded. He knew Aunt Kamila was very close to his mana long ago. But when talking about past memories like this he felt uncomfortable.

Although many years have passed since the accident, there is still a sense of sadness that clumps in the chest and makes his heart tight. Memories as sweet as anything will make him sad if it's about his mother.

"San, Auntie wants you to choose a dress but Auntie has a sudden appointment with the Mayor. Aunty must come to the official house to measure her clothes. No papa yes if you are the same Mother Dini here.

She'll keep you choosy until you get the dress you want. If anyone wants to change the size or details do not hesitate yes. Just say Mommy Dini. Well, that's the guy."

Cassandra immediately turned to the blonde-haired and eccentric young lady.

The woman called Mbak Dini greeted him kindly. He even directly poked on Cassandra as if they were familiar. Just met you now.

"Well, okay. Aunt stay yeah, San." Aunt Kamila then stood up from her chair and rubbed Cassandra's head before leaving.

Cassandra tried to smile sweetly. For a long time no one had stroked her head with this kind of motherly gesture. Ah, so remember her mother.

"Cassandra, aye. Just go straight, yuk. What model do you want to find? What color? What size are you?" Dini immediately chatty and make Cassandra confused about where to start.

Cassandra did not answer. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and then took a deep breath.

Okay, this should be easier. It's just Aunt Kamila's assistant. He doesn't have to talk to Aunt Kamila who might complain to his papa.

Cassandra nodded confidently. The decision is round. You could say this is reckless. But he really doesn't know how to upset Pras tonight.

"Mbak Dini! I want a dress that's kind of sexy. The cut is low to the knee. I want one without arms." Cassandra said with certainty.

Dini gawking.

"Huh? Y-you sure? For a formal dinner, right? Not too open, right?" He seemed less sure.

Cassandra shakes.

"No, really! My girlfriend likes that model!" Cassandra smiled then.

Huh! See tonight as Pras' reaction!

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