"They were just kidding. You didn't have to say it that way, sir," Della said carefully.
Raka imdiately glared at her. "Now everyone thinks of you as my lover! Have you never read the news?" He said irritably.
Della smiled awkwardly, "I just feel, being my lover makes you suffer a lot. I am sorry."
She didn't dare to go against what Raka said. Winda's current dical expenses had not been paid, so she could only wait for Raka to pay it. Della was afraid that Raka would refuse to pay the fee if she continued to defy what he said.
"If you know it's troubleso for , don't look for trouble. When you are outside the house, never let people humiliate you like that. If you are insulted, my good na will also be tarnished," said Raka.
Della frowned when she heard Raka's words. But in the end, she decided to nod and comply.
Once back ho, Della saw soone coming with a few pairs of won's dresses. Not only one person, there were also several people behind her carrying make-up equipnt.
"I'm taking her to the Christmas party tonight. Please help choose clothes for her," Raka said to the stylist.
Della saw the beautiful clothes and felt her smile stiffen. It looked like Raka really wanted to take her as a display at the party that he even brought a stylist to the house.
The stylist picked out a red dress and then gave it to Della, "Try this one, miss."
Della walked over to the woman and whispered, "How long do I need to get ready?" Every now and then she would glance at Raka anxiously.
"I'll give you an hour. Hurry up!" After that, Raka imdiately ca out.
Della saw that it was raining outside. She really liked rain, because for her, the sound of rain could cover other voices. The sound of screaming, scolding, and swearing…
But right now, she didn't have ti to admire the rain. She must change clothes imdiately.
A few monts later, Della ca down with her new dress. The stylist who chose the dress was very satisfied. "Miss, your skin is very fair. Red is perfect for you. But it looks like the skirt is a little too big," she said.
The bottom of the dress looks a little too big and too long. Even though she had chosen the smallest size, the shirt still didn't fit her body. It looked like Della was too thin.
"How about I try sothing else?" Della asked.
The stylist shook her head. No other clothes had any size smaller than that. "Miss, your body is too thin. Looks like we should stitch the dress a little. Now, let's do your makeup for the anti."
Della took off the dress and soone imdiately sewed it on the spot.
The people Raka chose to do her makeup were really great. The stylist imdiately sewed it up and repaired it at a very high speed.
She did it with her own hands, without the help of machines and the result was very neat and satisfying.
It only took half an hour and Della was ready with an elegant make-up.
The stylist nodded with great satisfaction. Even Della was surprised when she saw herself in the mirror. "So beautiful," the stylist said, clapping her hands.
This wasn't the first ti Della has attended a party. But the stylists hired by her mother used to paint her face with thick makeup and made her wear sexy clothes.
It was different from the stylist that Raka chose. The stylist chose clothes and makeup that matched Della's personality, and made her look even more radiant.
Della was back in her dress and this ti, it was just the right length, right at her knees.
Since they were running out of ti, the stylist only smoothed Della's hair into a cute Korean bun.
When entering the family room, Raka's clothes looked a little wet from the drizzle. He entered carrying a basket of bergamot fruit.
"Sir, Miss Della has finished preparing. How is the result?" The stylist moved aside so Raka could see Della.
Della turned a little embarrassed and looked at Raka with a sweet smile.
Seeing Della in front of him, Raka felt his breath was taken away. He seed to forget how to breathe.
"Sir, since we don't have enough ti, her hair..."
"It's okay. She looks good," Raka put the basket he was carrying on the table.
He felt Della's makeup looked simple, but still elegant and exuded her own beauty, like a tiny white flower but beautiful to look at. The little flower he wanted to protect. And the more Raka saw her, the more he rembered Anya a few years ago.
A raging feeling started to build inside him.
Raka and Della arrived at Anya's house a little late, they ca right after dinner ti.
"Sorry I'm late. It was raining heavy and I couldn't drive fast. Look what I brought for you," Raka ca carrying a basket filled with bergamot.
Aiden saw the basket and glanced at Anya, just as Anya was looking at him. Then they smiled at each other.
"I also have a bergamot tree, but I picked the fruit a few months ago. You ca at the right ti," Anya accepted the basket with a smile and gave it to Hana.
"Raka, don't you want to introduce your partner?" Nico looked at Della with a look of displeasure.
"Hello, I'm Della. rry Christmas everyone," Della stepped forward, handing Anya a bottle of red wine.
Anya accepted it and gave it to one of the servants so that it could be opened imdiately. "Thank you for taking the trouble to bring gifts,"
Nadine also greeted Della and helped her not to be too awkward when she t new people. "Hello. Let keep your jacket."
Della looked at Raka beside her, but the man was just silent.
She was actually reluctant to take off her jacket. She saw Anya also wearing a red skirt that was quite similar to her. Even though the style was different, the color was still the sa.
She felt bad and beca even more awkward.
"We're not going ho early. Just take off your jacket," Raka took the initiative to help Della take off her jacket. But he finally understood her reluctance after she took it off.
Anya and Della were both wearing red dresses.
The difference in their dresses was on the neck. Anya's dress had a V-neck model, while Della's dress has a curved neck.
But since the colors were both bright red, the dress looked so similar.
The sa red dress of a different style, worn by two different won.
Anya in her red dress looked very charming. Especially after giving birth, her maternal aura radiated even more.
On the other hand, Della looked much fresher and more cheerful.
Even though they wore similar clothes, they each had their own uniqueness.
"Forgive . I didn't know you were wearing a red dress today. Maybe it's better for to change my clothes first," Della saw everyone's eyes on her. She imdiately lowered her head in sha and apologized.
"No need to speak formally like that. Just relax. Today is Christmas, of course red is perfect for parties like this. No need to change!" Anya approached Della and took her hand as if they were close friends. "Look. We are like sisters."
"Auntie, Della is Harris' sister. You two can't be sisters. She should have called you aunt too," Nadine looked serious when it ca to her fiancé.
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