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SEASON 2 ~ Chapter 7
That night, Asha was ready with an appearance that was certainly very enchanting. With a banded dress on the abdomen, able to give the impression of beautiful and cute until Asha looks more fresh.
After feeling his appearance was okay, then Asha went downstairs, arrived at the parking lot and got into his car. Asha gas headed straight to the Talsen Baldev Family residence.
Arriving at Usan Mansion, Asha went inside immediately after several servants welcomed her arrival. Three female servants escorted Asha to the house that looked lonely and there was no one in it.
"Will there be no wedding? Where is everyone?" ask Asha to the servants.
"With you ready Miss, Miss come with us for a moment, you will help Miss change clothes first," asked a servant who was standing to the right of Asha.
"Huh? No-no, this dress is enough. With this dress I have also appeared beautiful," declined Asha quickly.
"Dear Asha," call Mommy Ziva who just came out of her room in a very pretty white dress, the knee-length dress that looks like a wedding dress that looks so fitting on the body of Mommy Ziva who remains slim at an age that is no longer young.
Asha also looked at the beautiful dress in wonder, a few seconds later Asha realized that the dress that is now attached to the body of Mommy Ziva is the dress she had designed. Guan it also included a dress that kept her so busy these days. It was unexpected that the dress was a dress for Mommy Ziva. Strange, why the one who ordered the dress was someone else.
"Mommy Ziva," replied Asha.
"What's up, honey? Why do you look so bad?" ask Mommy Ziva to come closer.
"The three of them forced me to change dresses, I didn't want to."
"But baby, it was Mommy who asked them to change your dress" replied Mommy Ziva with a wry look.
"What do you mean?" ask Asha not to like it.
"Look, Honey. Mommy wants to prank Simone, which is why Mommy wants to ask for your help for a moment," persuaded Mommy Ziva to make Asha look at him suspiciously.
"What?" ask Asha curiously.
"I became Arra?" asha asked increasingly confused.
"Yes, Honey. Come with Mommy for a moment," Mommy Ziva dragged Asha to the guest room. The three servants also followed behind him.
Without saying anything, Mommy Ziva with her innocent face, gave orders to the servants to help Asha change the dress. Asha furrowed her brows, clearly she had yet to agree. But Mommy Ziva is in such a hurry.
Asha widened her eyes in shock when the two manservants began to pull out a beautiful wedding dress from inside a special chest. While the other waiter was busy replacing Asha make up with more natural makeup than before. The servant also scratched the hair of Asha, then installed a beautiful crown of beautiful designs studded with diamonds and pearls that glow beautifully.
While Asha still put on an expression of shock because she felt familiar with the dress that was now in front of her. Obviously Asha still remembered the wedding dress, it was the wedding dress she had designed for two weeks.
It was also the dress that Asha designed the longest, it happened because a girl who ordered it wanted a special dress that was designed according to what Asha wanted. For this reason, Asha designed it long enough, because Asha felt she was designing a wedding dress for herself.
Of course Asha was shocked, it turned out that all the dresses that kept her busy for the past two weeks, were dresses for Arra's wedding party. Why don't they come to the store themselves. This would add to Asha's suspicion.
"Oh my God, Simone is waiting. Come on Asha, let's get out now!" press Mommy Ziva invites Asha to get out of the room. And foolishly Asha followed as if hypnotized.
Mommy Ziva led Asha slowly, while the three maids helped carry the tail of the dress that was unusually large, long, and quite heavy.
"Dark?" said Asha astonished, because when out of the room the condition of the room is very dark. Asha was made even more astonished because Mommy Ziva and the three servants were no longer by her side.
"Mommy Ziva, waitress, where are you all? Come out or I'll ....
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