Dede frowned, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Miss Aruna, please choose according to your taste this time, but let me try to provide the second dress." Dede was a little worried about Aruna's choice. ​​

The girl entered the fitting room, assisted by two saleswomen. She then asked to stand at a point, and slowly, the curtain in front of her opened.

It turned out that the curtain was leading to the soft sofa earlier.

Aruna stood awkwardly stiff. She didn't know whether to smile or cry at this time.

"Look at me for a moment, Miss." Surya was busy taking Aruna' self-portrait.

"1 2 3, smile..." Hendra's assistant tried to take the best photos.

A forced bitter smile adorned Aruna's face. Right in front of her, Damar sat watching. The man had caught something unusual.

'Matchmaking marriage is torture for anyone. Is Aruna also being tormented?' Damar threw a smile of encouragement. The man raised his index finger and thumb to form a love sign that he was giving Aruna support.

'There are couples that end up happily, even though it starts from an arranged marriage right? Damar thought.

'Ah, never mind who I am. Aruna has decided to accept it. It means that there is no hope for me.' Damar would fill the array of perceptions in his head.

Not long after, Aruna disappeared behind the curtain and returned with a different dress.

This time, it wasn't only Surya who was excited about taking photos. Damar was also stunned by Aruna's different charm.

The dress that Aruna wore revealed cleavage, but didn't look exposed because the brocade was beautifully knitted down to the neck, and its bottom expanded.

Aruna was like a princess emerging from a flower bud, adorned with a gorgeous flower veil.

Surya was delighted. After a while playing the phone, the man's face went from happy to suddenly turned into panic.

"Please help Miss Aruna sit down, don't take off her dress yet." Surya conveyed his wish on the phone.

"Hendra, you have to come here soon!! Grandma questioned you. I don't know what to answer!!" Oh, it turned out that Surya called his boss.

"I just started eating, you take care of yourself. I told you to set the schedule at another time." Elsewhere, Hendra has just started eating the dish he ordered.

Hendra seemed lazy to grant his assistant's request. Moreover, he was with Tania. For nearly a month, they didn't have the opportunity to meet.

"It can't be helped!? I have to finish my work." Surya replied.

"How important are clothes fitting??" ( It's just a formality) said Hendra.

"You, read it yourself in the family group, I will not reply to anything. Grandma most likely will call me, unfortunately if I pick up I can only buy a little time until you come."

"I'm sure she will soon request a video call with you." (It's easy for me to find an excuse not to pick up the call from Grandma Sukma, but it will end differently for you, Hendra) Surya warned his boss. He did it many times today.

Regarding the family group, Surya was the only personal assistant who joined the 4-member Wenceslas group. Grandma Sukma, Grandpa Wiryo, Gayatri and of course, their favourite grandson Mahendra Wenceslas.

Surya's presence was precious because the only grandson never cared about the group. He more likely just read the chat contents if there was a request.

Somehow, the group was created at the initiative of Grandma Sukma to make it easier to get information about the Wenceslas family member's activities, especially her grandson Mahendra.

Finally, it was decided that Surya, who represented Hendra, to update the schedule of activities and answer questions about his boss.

"Ah, shit." Hendra immediately grabbed Tania's car keys, asking the woman to follow his steps faster.

The three Wenceslas family members questioned the photo of his clothes fitting in the WhatsApp group. The thing that worried them most was Wiryo, the silent reader, also questioned him.

'If he suspects, Tania or I can end up here.' Hendra realised that even he wouldn't be able to go against his grandfather's will.

Wiryo has firm control in all sectors. In Hendra's eyes, his grandfather was able to get rid of anyone, even his own grandson.

Hendra immediately climbed the stairs to the fitting room. Hendra simply ignored Dede's greeting. He focused on wearing a tuxedo that matched Aruna's.

"Am I late?" Hendra confirmed the situation to his assistant.

"Just finish it first." The two salesmen helping Hendra straighten his tuxedo were in a panic and a rush.

"Why did you bring him here?" Surya anticipated the arrival of a new problem with Tania's graceful footsteps up the stairs.

The woman who worked as an artist mingled on the sofa with Damar.

"There's no other choice, I use her car." Hendra was looking for a defence.

"You give me a headache." Surya complained.

Hendra was now standing near Aruna. This tall and well-built man really matched the tuxedo he was wearing.

Aruna lazily glanced at him when Hendra approached her to take photos. In fact, Dede specifically asked his employees to photograph them as a private collection.

After the photoshoot was over, Aruna really felt her life regrouped. The bulging clothes and high heels that the saleswoman forced her to wear had completely separated her body.

High heels were a tremendous threat. Actually, a few minutes ago, Aruna almost got hurt by it. Her balance was lost when she was asked to stand up from her seat and then move a few steps to get the right photo angle.

Aruna didn't know how to deal with the fuss when the high heels stepped on her own dress.

Fortunately, Damar, who had been watching Aruna, immediately ran to catch Aruna's body. Hendra, who was near her, didn't even realise that the girl was going to fall.

The incident suddenly made Hendra and the people around him pay attention to Aruna's every move. Hendra grabbed the girl's shoulder so that she could stand up straight several times.