
...***...
"Huft~" Aphrodite sighed. He then fixed his standing position to look more robust.
"You can definitely forget all that Dite! Stop thinking about something that keeps you locked up in that painful moment! You must rise!" Aphrodite encouraged herself again.
"Well, it's better now that I go out and see Francisco," murmured Aphrodite. He then turned around. Walking with both hands raised a little of that extravagant dress and with slow steps, she approached the exit there.
The wedding dress she wore felt quite heavy, probably because the design she made was so magnificent and full of decorations that made her dress look luxurious. That made Aphrodite a little difficult while walking. He had to walk very slowly.
On the other side. Outside the dressing room. Francisco was standing in front of a large mirror that was available in the other corner of the room. He stood up and looked at himself with a proud smile.
"Perfects!" He muttered, then smiled at the reflection of the mirror before him.
"Master," the boutique manager got there and Fransisco's focus shifted to looking at him.
"Ah, huh? Is Aphrodite done wearing her dress?" Ask Francisco.
"Already sir. She was inside, maybe she was a little surprised because her dress was very suitable with her body size. He hasn't stopped reflecting since. But maybe he'll be out soon."
"uh? Really true?"
"really. Master himself how? Are his clothes fitting?"
"The clothes really fit and fit in my body. L like it. Plus the fabric you're wearing isn't too stiff, so it makes me feel more comfortable." Francisco smiled at him.
"Thank God if you like it. Oh, and about the cloth we used was deliberately mistress Fanny herself who chose and ordered it. Even he himself checked it here to make sure of everything."
"Oh so it looks."
"Yes. Is there anything I need to help you with?"
"I don't think so."
"I'll excuse you for a moment. I have to check things out ahead."
"All right," said Francisco. The manager then left his current place, stepped out of the room and left Francisco alone still waiting for Aphrodite's presence from inside his dressing room.
Francisco turned to look at the direction where the locker room door was, but Aphrodite did not go out from there.
"Where's Aphrodite? Why hasn't he come out yet?" Francisco muttering. Memonologize with himself.
DRRTTT... DRRTTT...
His phone on the glass table there rang making him immediately turn towards the rectangular flat object. Francisco immediately walked up to the table to retrieve his phone.
He was silent for a moment. Looking at the screen of his cellphone which now shows a series of names in front of the phone call screen.
"Mama?" Mumbled. The next second his hand moved to slide the green button there that automatically directly connects his phone connection with his mother Fanny—.
"Hello ma?" Say hello to Francisco as soon as the phone connection is connected to the woman who according to her mother was across there.
"Hello dear."
"Mom hear you came to Aphrodite's house and took her away to try on your bridal clothes huh?"
"Yes. Why why?"
"Oh jeez. You're this! Why aren't you understanding enough? Aphrodite needs a break, she's been working too hard for a few days now because she helped you get your wedding ready. Why are you even taking her to try on your bridal attire? There is no tomorrow what?" Fanny over there looked upset.
"It's wrong ma? Anyway, our wedding is just around the corner, and we've only had time to try on her clothes now. Plus, I can't wait to try it. Aphrodite also did not seem to mind at all. But why should you be so upset?"
"Ah you are this. Mama asked Aphrodite to rest all day to make her feel better. But you took him out. How are you! Mama will feel bad, the effect is a dreamy mom."
"Haha. Mama take it easy. Aphrodite would not have thought so. Aunt Helen was also happy to hear that I was going to ask Aphrodite to try on her bridal outfit. Even Aunt Helen herself told Aphrodite to get ready as soon as I came to her house."
THE CZECH!
The locker room door sounded. The knob moved and slowly began to open, making the focus of Francisco who was calling was turning towards the sound he heard.
Aphrodite stepped out slowly from inside the locker room. He appeared slowly before Francisco, who was standing there.
Francisco was glued to his place. His eyes could not be seen Aphrodite who was now walking towards him. His hand which was originally close to the phone to his ear, spontaneously he lowered it. Now Francisco doesn't even pay attention to Fanny nagging him across the street.
"What do you think?" Aphrodite asked as soon as she arrived right in front of him and stood a few meters away from him. Aphrodite looked at Francisco with a confused look, while Francisco looked at her with an intense gaze that made her feel uncomfortable.
The man was speechless as he marveled at the beauty of the Aphrodite who was now standing before him.
"Very perfect," he murmured quietly while unconscious. Aphrodite who heard it was quite surprised by the response from Francisco. The man barely even blinked looking at her.
"French?" Aphrodite called out to him trying to make the man wake up from his daydream.
"A-uh yeah?" Francisco stunned. Suddenly awakened from his daydream.
"Do you think this is good?" Aphrodite.
"of course. You look prettier when you wear this dress. I can't even speak of seeing your dazzling appearance" Francisco said with a smile.
"You're overreacting. I think it's the same. Only my clothes are different" said Aphrodite flatly.
"No. Really, you really look pretty in that dress. I can't wait to see you in this dress for our wedding."
"Ah. Never mind. Because I tried it and the size fits so well, now I'm changing clothes?"
"uh? Wait for. Don't change clothes, let's take a picture. I'll show my picture to Mom. Mama will be very happy to see you wearing a dress designed by herself."
"Oh. All right, come on."
"Ah, yes. I almost forgot. Wait a minute, I've been on the phone with mom."
"uh? Then just continue calling her. I'll wait."
"Then for a minute, yeah," Francisco brought his phone back to his left ear. He then completes his phone call with Fanny.
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