A loud sigh escapes my lips as I stare at my imgae, droplets of water from wet dropping to ny flushed cheeks. Mr. Han told me that we have to leave early as it would take time to reach the venue, though it's my stepbrother's wedding. I'm freaking nervous as ots mine. Mr. Han is coming along with me, playing as my boyfriend, unlike last time when I acted to be his girlfriend thos time different,  because the thought of him being my boyfriend pure bliss. I no longer believe be is flirtong with me for fun, as he told he likes me, but a part of me isn't convinced as he was drunk then. The smell of lavender isn't able to ease my mind this time. All I can think of is Mr. Han, Jackie. 
I exit the wash room, and another sigh escapes my lips, gazing at the clothes I left on the bed. Why do I think of glowing myself up for him? I changed my makeup routine, and I even bkight extra skin care products, serum, face masks, toner and also I tried different shades of lipstick. I've been doing this for the past few days. Whenever he knocks at my door, I never forget to take a glance at my image before seeing him. Damn, I've gone crazy!
I put on a pair of regular pants and a tshort, before getting dressed up , I decided to check on Mr. Han as he would need ny help. I quickly dry my hair and proceed to my door. My heart punds even before I face him, i hit my cheeks and shake my head, beibg my sense stable. Holdi g onto thw knob I open the door in slow motion. My brows meet to notice the opposite door open, pushing the door wide. I step out, and in a blink of an eye, my kitten runs into Mr. Han's house. 
Oh no, no!!!
She really does like him aince the day she saw him, she excoted ti meet him more than I am I guess. 
"Come here, come here," I trudge towards his door and gesture for her to walk this side. She looks at me, turns and ambles in. Damn, this kitty has something on her mind. Is she gonna be my love rival? But I'm the one who helped her in, and he was the one who wanted to kick her out. She is going to stter him, bruh!
Peeping my head inside, I ramble in to take her before she gets into Mr. Han's sight. Luckily, he was not in the living room, so I scurried behind her and scooped her in ny arms, I turned to leave, and my feet stopped by the far entrance of his room. The bed, in my view, the sling and the bandage on it. 
Is he alright?
I send thevkotten to the doorway, and I wander close to the room. Mr. Han stands in front of his mirror freely, moving his injured hand to put on the shirt.
"I felt bad when she helped me but happy she was worried." He says.
"So your hand is fine?" The unknown voice asks, his phone is on speaker. 
"Yes," Mr. Han replies, taking a closer look at the mirror.
"How did you get the doctor to act along?"
"It was Dawson. He helped me in it."
"Are you gonna pretend for a month?"
"Maybe."
"She will be mad if she finds out. Alriguy dude, I gotta go there is a client." The caller hangs up. Mr. Han hums and sways his body as he buttons up his shirt. it's probably perfect by Ed Sheeran. 
"Mr. Han." I call out crossing my arms.
His actions pause, his lips purses and his eyes widen as he turns to my direction in slow motion. I glare at him, throwing daggers.
He lied to me.
"Ms—"
I turn and walk away. He follows me.
"Ms. Anna, Ms. Anna," he calls out as he m9ves to the left and right, a doot away behind me. "I'm sorry, Ms. Anna. Anna."
I stop in my tracks and turn. He looks down at me. "You lied?" I snarl.
"I'm sorry." He says, his shoulders hunched. "I'm really sorry."
"Why did you do it?"
"I—" he clicks his tongue and drops his head. "I wanted to know whether you will be worried."
"What?" I exclaim. "Why are you being so childish?"
"I'm wrong, please forgive me." He pleas.
Damn, why is he acting like an obedient kid.
"Am I forgiving ?" He asks.
I remain silent.
"I'll do anything you say, just don't be mad, please." He says.
I bite my lower lip, hiding my smile. "Steo back." I demand, and he does it in an instant. I look away, chewing on to my inner cheek to hold in my laughter, vmclearibg my throay I look up at him. His brows are drwn down, and his shoulders still hunched.
"Don't do thus again!" I warn.
He nodded, biting his lower lip, his head lowered, and his hands clasped forward. I was mad, but to see him being cute, I couldn't help myself but fall for his trick. 
"I'm gonna dress up." With that said, I leave.
I delicately slip into the champagne frock, a sense of enchantment enveloping me. The fabric, soft as a whisper, caressed my skin, embracing me in a gentle embrace of opulence. The pale gold and blush hues of the gown landed above my ankles. Sitting on the bed, i put on my matte gold pair of heels, and I stand, a wide smile playing on my lips. I sit in front of the mirror, and I do my hair, braiding it over my right shoulder. Removing my glasses, I put on the only pair of lens I own.
Mr. Han, I wonder if he will like me in this dress as I've never been dressed up in front of him. I could nothing but think of him.
After my make is done, I stand and spin in front of the mirror, taking a look at myself. It's been a while since I wore this attire, the last time I wore was for a business party. 
"Did I oberdo myself?" I question, staring at my image. "Maybe, I should wear the glasses!" The air around goes still for a moment as my inner voice debates. I've never been comfortable wearing a lense, but why did I do it now? Anyways, no matter how I look today, it is going to be special. 
Before I leave, I fill my kitty's bowl, and I step out. I lock the and turn, my hands clasped behind my back. Mr. Han is standing by his door, staring at the eall ahead. 
He donned a classic suit that exuded an air of timeless elegance. The suit jacket, with its impeccably structured shoulders and sleek lapels, hugged his frame with precision, accentuating his masculine silhouette. The trousers, expertly fitted, gracefully cascaded down his legs, creating a clean and polished look. Beneath the suit jacket, a crisp, well-fitted dress shirt in a soft shade of ivory adorned his torso along with a suitable tie. 
Damn, he looks perfect, just perfect. As I told earlier, he represents the male characters in manhuas and animes. A perfect appearance to be fictional.
"Mr. Han," I call out.
He stands straight and turns. A warm wave of blood crawls over my neck, my heart thunders against my chest and stomach. Yes, the bitterflies are fluttering in. I lower my gaze as he ealks towards me and stops in front.
"My god, Anna," he says, his voice low and deep. "You know how much I wish we've already started to act."
I look up at him with knitted brows. "Why?" I ask, curious.
He lifts his arm, his hands mocmve closer to my face, and he balls his palm and his hands drop. His eyes fixed on mine. "You look—urgh—I wish I had a dictionary to search for the most beautiful word to describe you." The corners of his lips twitch to a charming smile. "I wonder how you'll look in white." He whispers, studying me. His eyes, enough to convey his thoughts.
I feel my cheeks heat up, and I bute no lower lip as I maintain our exchange of gazes. He examines me, and those brows above the deep eyes meet. 
"Where are your glasses?" He asks.
I touch the side of my eyes put of habit and I look away. "I removed it, thought it doesn't look go—"
"Who toldneearing glasses doesn't look good?" He steps back. "No matter what you wear, you are always the prettiest in this world and out."
I chuckle. "I'm flattered." 
"Did you sound sarcastic?" He asks, raising his brows in amusement. 
I nod, smiling. 
"Ms. Anna," he takes a step ahead closer, and this time, I don't step back. I stay still looking up at him. He lowers a bit and says, "What if Ibsay it this way, you're my prettiest world?" 
"Mr. Han is really sweet lipped." I scoff stepping aside. "Shall we leave?" I clap enthusiastically.