Charisa, the girl was in a mall. Because her Uncle Skandar said that he would be late to pick her up, Charisa accepted Anna's asking to shop for some items at one of the big malls in Canberra. Since yesterday, her friend persuaded her to accompany her shopping. She said that it was impossible to ask to her mother to shop with her that day, so Anna asked for Charisa.
"Will Yuta like it, Charisa?” asked Anna on Charisa.
The short-haired girl looked into the shopping bag which she was carrying. The shopping bag made of white plastic bags got bigger at the bottom, of course because it contained a basketball. Charisa just laughed at Anna's behaviour, she was like a human’s head in plastic bag.
"So this is for Yuta? Oh my god, why do you not buy for me too, Anna?” Charisa teased Anna, the girl pretended to be angry at Anna because she did not buy something for her.
"Hemm, Charisa... I also give you gifts every your birthday,” complained Anna.
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The white and blue house was in a luxurious residential area in Northbourne Avenue, it looked busier than usual, and many servants were bringing lots of dishes. They put them on the long table in the dining room. A waiter brought a new plate and arranged it, after that, another plate would be come and arranged beside others, and so on. Even though they had prepared it since two hours ago, but they hadn't finished yet. A man just stared their activities lazily from the first floor’s balcony. He deliberately put both hands into his trousers’ pockets. His red shirt looked great with his tan skin. He had hoped that only one of his family members would behave normally, but his hopes see
"Skandar!!"“Skandar Alexander Hemingway!! Can you quit from your job and listen to mom now!!?”Mrs. Hemingway shouted to her son whom had been ignoring her. Mrs. Hemingway was very upset when she saw that her son cared more about their company files than her, she was his own biological mother. Just watch out if her son wrote his name as the woman who gave b
The day after getting Skandar’s call, Charisa felt uncomfortable when she was picked up by her sister-in-law's car after school. The young girl still remembered when Yuta and Anna were very excited in welcoming the mature man’s call. That was why she was a little confused how to convey the call’s content to Amanda, she was driving her car at the time."Should I just tell her?" Charisa asked silently.The girl whom had rabbit teeth saw her sister-in-law's face several times, but several times Charisa cancelled her words line,
The day after tomorrow was his wedding, Skandar Alexander Hemingway’s wedding. He should had started taking time off and preparing his wedding. Skandar instead continued to work as usual. He was as a cold and stiff guy, but there were not man out there whom was as stiff and cold as Skandar Alexander Hemingway.Skandar had just got into his house. It was not evening yet, however the man was very tired. The Hemingway family's eldest son sat on the sofa. He threw his work coat, after all, he would change his work suit every day. It was not matter if the coat was wrinkled at the time.
Although Skandar said if the park was nearby Charisa’s house, it was still three alleys from Charisa’s house. Moreover, Charisa had included the place in the first rank to be avoided by her, it was a park next to an old cemetery. The land owner had indeed relocated all of graves and bones to another cemetery, because the land would be used as a shopping centre later, but the former cemetery would keep remaining as cemetery for a Charisa Davis, the place where the ghosts met, Convention hall for supernatural creatures being. And the mature man asked her to come there alone at the time.
At the Davis Home Canberra, Australia "Here, let me help." Said Charisa to her sister-in-law. The girl was sitting on their house’s fur rug with many large boxes surrounding her. The big boxes were not boxes containing
In the Ballroom, the Beverlys HotelCanberra, AustraliaInvited guests had started to enter the five-star hotel in Canberra’s ballroom. The Beverlys Hotel was one of Australia's five star hotels which for the past two days had been fully booked by the marriage of the eldest son of the owner of Chagall Corporation, Australia's largest electronics company.There were so many congratulations bouquet on the marriage of the Hemingway famous family’s eldest son that was on the side of the main entrance of the hotel, a bouquet of flowers that had been sent by Chagall Corporation business colleagues. In fact, the senders of the bouquets had also come as wedding guests, perhaps they sent the wreaths as a congratulatory marriage representing their company, in contrast to the arrival of the directors' officials who came as the names of invited individuals.A beautiful girl with black hair in a knee-length p