Do You Think It Suits Me?

Amara Cross POV

I was stunned. My jaw dropped, and I slapped a hand over my mouth in a weak attempt to hide my shock. My heart started beating out of rhythm, loud and wild inside my chest.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you frozen like that?”

A soft, teasing gasp slipped from Asla’s lips. The moment her eyes landed on the card, she narrowed them with interest.

“What’s this? Another card?” She reached out to grab it, but I pulled my hand back fast, lightning quick. Her brows lifted in surprise.

“Give me the card, or I won’t forgive you.”

She smiled, trying to snatch it away, while I used all my strength to keep it from her, waving my arms like a child guarding a tiny treasure.

“Fine. You don’t want to give it to me? You know I know your weak spot, Amarosh.”

I tried to dodge her, but she wrapped her arms around me before I could escape.

“I don’t have a weak spot…”

I didn’t finish my sentence. Her fingers attacked my sides, fast and skilled. I burst out laughing, folding over myself, fighting for my life against her deadly tickling.

“Asla… stop… I can’t…”

She laughed so hard she managed to steal the card from my hand and jumped away like she had won a war. I watched her face. The victorious look vanished, replaced by pure shock.

“Mr. Dorian? Why would someone you met only twice invite you to a party?”

She went quiet, rubbing her chin in deep thought. I murmured honestly, “I really don’t know…”

“Milky skin? And stubborn too? That’s suspicious. Very suspicious,” she said in a playful tone.

I stood up, snatched the card back from her fingers with mild irritation, returned it to the box, and shut it tight.

“Are you sure you’re not hiding something from me?” Asla crossed her arms and leaned toward me suspiciously.

I cleared my throat, trying to keep my voice steady. “Asla, Mr. Dorian is the university dean. I only found out yesterday.”

Her smile widened. She jumped onto the table, crossing one leg over the other like a bold runway model.

“So let me get this straight. You meet your university dean. He drives you home himself. Then you find out he has your lost phone. These are some very pretty coincidences. Very pretty.”

“It’s just coincidence. Nothing more, Asla,” I said, trying to sound cold.

She waved her hands in the air like she was describing a movie scene.

“It’s like a romantic Korean drama.”

Suddenly, I remembered the ramen. I rushed into the kitchen and turned off the stove before it burned. Asla followed me, asking casually,

“So? Aren’t you going to get ready?”

I leaned my back against the cold counter, pushing my hair away in confusion.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been to a party before.”

She looked at me with sudden determination.

“You’re going. Of course you are. And I’ll take care of everything.”

She gently pushed me toward her room, way too excited to be normal.

“Take a quick shower. I’ll come after I finish my ramen.”

I showered fast. When I came out, she was waiting for me on the bed. She sat me in front of the mirror, brought the box carefully, then opened her makeup drawer.

“What are you going to do, Asla?”

“I’m going to turn you into the most beautiful girl at that party. Get ready to become someone else. A model. This is my makeup and glow up territory.”

I stared at my reflection, nervous, while she smiled widely.

“Oh God, Asla. You’re scaring me.”

The sound of the hair dryer filled the room. Her fingers moved lightly and expertly through my hair, parting it with care. She lifted it up, letting a few strands fall along the sides of my face. My neck looked longer, bare, exposed.

“This hairstyle will show your neck and make your features look classy. Don’t move.”

She moved on to the makeup, choosing colors with focus. Soft shadows framed my eyes, adding mystery. Then, with a victorious smile, she opened a dark wine red lipstick.

“This color… it’s hot,” I whispered as I watched my face change.

My heart pounded hard. I walked to the bed and lifted the silk dress. Something light slipped from between the folds. I bent down to pick it up. A black lace mask, delicate, with a wild black feather.

“He thinks about every detail, girl. Even the mask. He didn’t forget,” Asla laughed wickedly.

I put on the dress. It flowed over my body like a soft breeze, hugging my waist, revealing my shoulders with perfect elegance. Asla helped zip it up, then stepped back, eyes wide open.

“Oh no… Amorrr. If you don’t bring a lover home from that party tonight, I’m giving up my name.”

“Do you think it suits me? I don’t look ridiculous?” I asked shyly, gripping the hem of the dress.

She held my shoulders and looked straight into my eyes, serious.

“You don’t just look beautiful. You look unreal.”

She patted my shoulder, then pulled out the shiny wine colored high heels.

“Relax, girl. It’s a party. Just a party.”

She helped me put them on. When I tried to walk, I stumbled and grabbed her arm.

“Oh my God, Asla. How am I supposed to walk in this thing?”

She laughed and started teaching me how to walk like a model. One step. Two. Three. Slowly, I got better.

Then suddenly, the doorbell rang.

My pulse spiked. I walked with her toward the door, careful, slow. I opened it and found the same driver, stiff as always.

“You look beautiful, miss. I’m glad you accepted the invitation.”

Asla placed a hand on her waist boldly.

“So? No hello? No greeting? Isn’t that rude, sir?”

I shot her a pleading look to stay quiet. The man bowed politely and extended his hand.

“After you.”

Asla whispered in my ear, “Don’t forget to lift the dress if you want to climb the stairs.”