Cassandra Loving

One-empty

"Why, anyway? This is beautiful! Is it good that the dress is on my body?" Cassandra increasingly swirling seductively half provoke Pras emotions.

Pras is now half-bent holding his knee because it is too frustrating to see the behavior of his future wife.

"Cassandra! Please! Change your clothes mumpung time we are still a bit long before the event! Scribbles!" Pras said firmly without looking at Cassandra whose behavior became more so.

Cassandra refused. He insisted he would not change his clothes.

"Pras, you yourself chose his clothes. This afternoon I told him to pick my time at the boutique. He said this, "Cassandra said casually.

Now Pras stands upright again while shaking his waist. He only realized why Cassandra's attitude was friendly to him since this morning. Oh, it turns out this. He was framed and severely bullied.

"And I thought it was just you telling me to choose the color. You fold the clothes. How do I know it's this short and open. You get changed, Cassandra!" Pras looked at Cassandra with a look of despair.

Oh, unconsciously now Pras has called me-you when talking to Cassandra. Usually he is so stiff if not too familiar with people and always use the pronoun I-you.

Cassandra shook her head as she followed her waist, as if to show that she also had the same position here. He wanted to show that Pras could not just tell him this was like this.

"I don't have any other clothes. The choice is only one. We're leaving and I'm either wearing this shirt or we don't have to go." Cassandra made a choice.

Pras growled to be angry but could not.

Cassandra smiled wider.

Really he hopes Pras is upset and goes home or leaves her to let the engagement announcement fail to be announced tonight.

This is the goal, right? That is to thwart his presence on the show without being to blame the next day.

If the show is chaotic because they did not come, Cassandra can immediately raise her hand. "Yes because Pras suddenly left and did not want to come. I'm ready to go. It's beautiful, too."

Such was Cassandra's petty mind to outsmart Pras.

Cassandra smiled wider. She knew Pras would not take her to the event in a dress like this. This dress is more suitable for young people's parties. If used at a formal event, the name is wrong costume.

Pras thought for a moment. He knew he had to find a way to turn things upside down. From yesterday he was always slandered and became a victim of Cassandra's behavior.

So now looking at Cassandra from head to toe, Pras finally nodded with a smile.

"OK if that's what you want. As a prospective husband who has an open mind, I certainly do not want to ngelebarang my future wife want to dress like what.

If you like that dress, okay. Let's go, honey. We show your beautiful body in front of the ranks of companies that 70% of them Om-Om all aka our papa age.

The rest they bring their partners. What is certain is that his age is also the age of his conservative-minded ladies. They'll think you're rude and don't know the rules.

Come on, get in the car. I'll be proud to take you in. Come on, my dear, my future wife." Pras smiled broadly as he opened the car door. He deliberately mentioned the word 'honey' with a soft tone so that Cassandra was more upset.

Cassandra gawking.

Huh! What the fuck!

Why doesn't Pras work with his bluff?

"Cassandra. Let's go. Let's go in." Pras held the door of his car while waiting for Cassandra who was dumbstruck like a dazed person.

Cassandra came in because there was no choice. She thought she had enough of this dress to wear here and then she went up again to the room because Pras would get upset and leave her. Actually no...

Ow hell! How'this?

"Wear the seatbelt, Cassandra. Papa you can tell me to the police if you know you're not wearing a seatbelt when you get in my car. You daydreaming?" Pras who knew had sat behind the seat of his wheel admonished Cassandra who was exhausted by an impromptu checkmate.

Cassandra shook her head and tried to put her seatbelt on, but somehow she had trouble.

Pras tried to help her but her approaching position made her turn her face quickly.

How not! Her hands are only a few millimeters away from the front dress Cassandra that intersects low until when sitting position like this it looks so vul*gar.

"Cassandra, please. Are you sure you want to wear that shirt? For the last time, there is still time. You go up to your room, get changed, I'll wait here. If it's a little late I can tell Papa you that on the road again it's jammed or something." Pras was completely confused following the flow of this game.

Want to let Cassandra wear clothes like this, it seems she is not willing.

The beautiful Cassandra does not need to show her curves so much to look attractive. It is perfect with any outfit. But this...

I think this is too much. Although to be honest as an ordinary man, the strange swish on his body clearly responded to the beauty. Pras does not deny.

He looked once more at Cassandra who was looking straight ahead with her cold face.

"No! I keep wearing this shirt. If Papa is angry or Om Arik is embarrassed because his future daughter-in-law wears this outfit, I just say if you tell. There's proof of the chat." Cassandra replied casually.

Oh, he finally got a U. S. card in reply.

Pras directly hit the steering wheel of his car with anxiety.

Aghhh! Cassandra is a cunning brain. It feels like anything he would do to bring down Pras.

Pras feels the core of all this Cassandra game is who is the most powerful. Then he nodded too.

"OKAY. Okay let's go and tell everyone you're wearing that shirt because I told you to.

Cassandra, maybe you forgot this is an internal corporate event. The guests are people I know. They knew me and obviously couldn't believe that I had such crazy thoughts.

You know I'm a decent, neat guy, and know how to put myself. There's no way they believe I told you to wear this shirt. So come. Let's go!" Pras singled out a triumphant smile back while turning on his car engine.

Cassandra, who realized her trick failed, panicked. Damnit damnit!

Cassandra quickly tried to open the door of Pras' car but Pras locked it from the control button. Cassandra growled.

The car drove away bringing Cassandra's defeat.

Again, it's all about who's strong to defend.

Pras proved that he with all his good will manifest his service to his father through agreeing to this matchmaking won for a while.

1-0 to Cassandra.

Cassandra's panicking!

"Pras down here! I'm going home in a taxi. If Papa nagged, let me tell you that I refused to leave. Stop the car, Pras!" Cassandra said she panicked as soon as the car drove into the downtown streets.

"NO!" Pras said firmly.

CONNECT ...

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