Cassandra Loving

Surprise Dress For Pras

Mayasa swept the row of beautiful dresses she rarely wore with her soft hands.

Every dress has its own memories. This dress she once wore at her wedding anniversary dinner with Rendi, this dress she wore when they first dated...

It was as if all the dead things reminded her of her late ex-husband.

"Mas Rendi, you said that someday I will meet the man who loves me and the children, also accept our situation as it is, Mas permit me to marry again.

I met the guy, Mas. He is 10 years younger than me but his attitude is very mature and mature. The kids loved it and were comfortable with it. Maybe only Leo is a little distance because he feels your position can not be replaced forever.

But it's a shame that man has to leave me, Mas. He may have accepted my status and my circumstances, but his father did not. He prefers to be a filial son. I can what.

And now the man is betrothed to a beautiful girl who is 7 years younger. Name's Cassandra. I don't know him but I know because his father used to tell me about him so proudly. I admit the girl is beautiful and attractive. But I know he's not Pras.

The boy probably won't fit my Pras because their attitude is 180 degrees different, in any way. I think she's also trying to resist this matchmaking. But somehow my gut feeling said otherwise.

I'm afraid they're in real love. Was it my fault, Mas? I just can't take it yet..."

Mayasa felt the dark blue dress and took it from the hanger. Eyes glazed.

"This is your last gift shirt before you die. This shirt I wore when Pras first invited me to a romantic dinner during my official trip to Bali.

At that time Pras said I was beautiful and graceful in this dress. Should I wear this? I don't know why I want Pras to look at me like I used to.

I saw them yesterday in the hospital parking lot and I saw Pras staring at the girl while taking off the helmet I used to wear. I don't know why my heart hurts so much.

It hurts like I used to see you molesting your ex while on campus. The feeling of tightness and sadness is the same. Is that what you call jealousy? Was it my fault...?"

And Mayasa ended up clutching the dress while crying on her bed that became cold and lonely after her husband died.

The dark blue satin dress was now wet with tears.

Pras favorite dress ...

***

Meanwhile, a sweet brown dress at the same time gives a sexy impression worn by Cassandra with a smile expanded.

Her slender waist, smooth white skin, every single one of her perfect curves stood out. Cassandra knew her papa would nag her later as soon as she saw him dressed like this but she didn't care.

The target is Pras. His main goal was to bully Pras.

Cassandra is actually not comfortable wearing this dress. He would prefer to look rather masculine because his tomboyish soul was in him since he was a child. But he left tonight specifically for Pras.

"Pras, were you the one who said in the chat that you chose this dress? Well, here it is. See if you can still act pretentious in front of people as soon as you see this cool look of mine?"

Tok tock...!

The sound of her bedroom door being knocked. Cassandra walks to open the door but her papa's voice precedes her hand.

"San, there's an old friend of Papa coming to the show. The guy just happened to be stuck in our hotel. Papa left first yes the same Mr. Budi. Later do not forget to pick up Pras, tell him to drive carefully."

Cassandra agreed without opening the door. Then he heard the sound of his footsteps coming down the stairs.

"It's good that Papa doesn't have to see me wearing this surprise shirt." Cassandra was happy and went back to the front of the dresser.

She uses make up like a professional. Cassandra did have time to learn makeup from the internet during the recovery of her legs. Understand the limited activities first. After getting tired of learning to paint on canvas, he was interested in learning to paint on his face to be more beautiful with make up. And this is the result now. Perfect.

Cassandra was closing her make up box when her phone rang.  A notification of the incoming message made him glance enthusiastically.

[[[Cassandra, Papa you just met me downstairs. Talked to me for 20 minutes about driving. I think I will be jailed if you get a little scuffed.

Comeondown. We left early because we had to chat to make it look compact. Do you know what to do in front of the guests?"  ]]

And Cassandra simply replied to the message that Pras wrote at length in short: [[Okay." ]]

"Basic stiff guy. I still wear me if I talk to you. It means that he is still putting distance between us. Come, Pras. I know you don't want this match either.

You acted so far because you wanted to be filial with your Papa, right? Same with me too. But if we both pro reject each other, then it will be easier, right? Unfortunately you act as if you agree to this ridiculous matchup!"

Cassandra muttered as she combed her beautiful and healthy shiny hair.

***

Pras wears a brown tuxedo suit matching Cassandra's dress.

Because this afternoon saw the dress that Cassandra sent via chat to him was brown, so Pras thought it was good that she wore the same color.

Pras was leaning against his car parked in the spacious courtyard of Cassandra's mansion. His hands are busy with his cell phone.

Hugo apparently wasn't satisfied to find him about Cassandra this afternoon. Tonight he interfered again, but in a few hours he had to take the stage with his band.

[[[ "This is Cassandra's account? Right no? It turns out he likes me so much. Pras, come. We're friends, right? Honestly, you don't really like him. Let go of him. He's more like a guy like me."  ]]

Geez! Right again! Hugo may have found a social media account Cassandra content that is similar to the Hugo and BigHigh Band fanpage accounts.

The bigger the kid's head is so knowing Cassandra isn't just a fan, but she's totally infatuated with Hugo.

Pras is really made a headache now. He knows sometimes Hugo likes to joke like this about the boyfriend's seizure. But that was when they were in High School.

But somehow this time Pras felt Hugo was really eyeing Cassandra.

Pras' hand quickly moved back to his old friend's message.

[[[Go, I blocked your number. If you still consider me a friend, you can not stop to be presumptuous. Don't you dare call Cassandra! He only fans you because he doesn't know all your foul behavior. Come on, as friends we value each other's affairs! I'M SERIOUS!"  ]]

An exclamation mark and a warning sentence with capital letters Pras sense should be enough to make Hugo know himself. But I don't know. The boy was somewhat other than a normal person his way of thinking.

"Prass!" Cassandra's voice calling.

Pras was too emotional to deal with Hugo's behavior and his terror through the message until when Cassandra's voice was heard calling behind him, his eyes were still focused on the screen of his cellphone.

"Pras, I'm ready. Let's go."

"Yes. Aye..."

And Pras instantly stopped her words as soon as she turned her head and saw Cassandra wearing a skimpy cut dress.

"CASSANDRA YOU'RE CRAZY WEARING THAT SHIRT!"

And Cassandra seemed to be laughing happily. She went around in circles showing how beautiful she was to wear that knee-length brown dress.

Prastyo Hakka Gudono's knees suddenly limp as if without bones.

CONNECT ...

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