A Graduation Gift

"Lionel, where's that pretty wife of yours?"

asked Ivy. Holding onto Lionel's arm, she searched for her competitor in the busy crowd. She was smiling proudly at him, with her lips slightly parted and her face as enchanting as always.

She hoped that she could finally meet Cassandra for the first time - the last time in Lionel's office didn't count. All she knew about Cassandra was from the photograph, plus what Lionel had told her. She wasn't worried, however. No one can be a threat to a woman like Ivy.

"Is everything ready?" Lionel asked, shaking off her smile with a serious look.

The name Cassandra ignited his anger as always. He couldn't forget how that woman had insulted him by slapping him and stepping on his pride. Tonight was his revenge. He was bringing Ivy to the celebration banquet, knowing that it would humiliate Cassandra.

"Lionel, have I ever let you down?" the woman assured him. "I am very close with the owner of the hotel. Trust me, everything will go to plan."

Ivy's alluring tone and eyes hypnotized Lionel, subduing his anger. He was delighted to hear her assurance, and in a sudden rush of jubilation, kissed her right then in front of everyone.

The other members of the Tang family stiffened in surprise and displeasure. It was such an immoral act from a married man, as if he didn't care at all about disgracing his family. Horace's face creased with anger, and he stepped toward his son.

"Horace, just leave him be. It is too elegant an occasion for us to quarrel in public. He's still young and it's natural for young man to fall for many women."

Jill stepped out in front of her husband to pacify his anger. Lionel was her precious son, and she had always wanted him to have anything his heart desired. This time was no different.

"I can't believe he brought his mistress here, to such a formal occasion! How am I supposed to explain this to the rest of the family? And what about Cassandra? She will lose face!"

Horace disdained his wife's constant coddling of their son. Because of her, Lionel was weak, incompetent, and spoiled. Horace's eyes burned with fury at the fact that his son had failed to meet expectations yet again.

Jill tried again to calm him, "So what, Horace? You can yell at him now, but do you really want to make a scene here for others to see? Will you expose our family to ridicule? In any case, nobody else knows that Cassandra is Lionel's wife. We can settle this better at home later."

Jill couldn't care less about how Cassandra would feel. She had disliked her daughter-in-law since the moment Cassandra had married to her son. As time elapsed, this dislike had only grown - Lionel had told his mother about all the not-so-secret flirtations between Cassandra and Rufus. In fact, Jill wouldn't mind seeing Cassandra get a taste of her own medicine - to see Lionel flaunting his mistress. She wanted to see where this would lead.

Despite her cruel intentions, her words did make some sense. Horace took a deep breath and sighed in frustration. They could not make a scene out here. Losing face for Horace or Lionel meant losing face for the entire Tang group.

***

"Are you Mr. Luo's secret guard? I know his assistant, Leo...You know, I even feel like I've seen you before...and now you're the person that Mr. Luo assigned to pick us up! That is very kind of you, to offer your service like that. If not for your help, Cassandra and I would certainly be late,"

Stella chattered to Victor as they approached the lift to the banquet room. She seemed in high spirits, looking around her and at Victor.

Victor, however, held a poker face throughout, hiding any emotion. With some embarrassment, Cassandra poked at the chatty Stella, hinting at her to quiet down.

Ignoring the obvious cue, Stella continued, "Why are both of you so quiet? We are so honored to have Mr. Luo's guard to lead us the way to the event. Cassandra, don't you feel excited? I think this is so exciting!"

was running over. Victor, wary of being close to such a

first time he had seen a woman so chattering.

Stella could find anything else to be excited about, the lift

led the way to the room, with the women following side by

was. Cassandra appeared in a stunning white gown that clung to her curves and widened out below the knee. As she turned her head to look around, her glamorously styled hair

land for the first time. She had used makeup to accentuate her eyes, and as she glanced around the

crowd, smiling and greeting everyone in turn. She seemed somehow taller and prouder, despite her small stature.

that there were a

not let the attention bother her. The melody of the piano

looking at us! You must be the

giggling, into her friend's

along with her, winking slyly. She swept her gaze across the crowd, in

long to spot who she was looking

dark red drink in his hand. She thought she saw his eyes widen for a

across from him. His breath had caught in his throat - he didn't know what to do. No words could be used to describe her beauty; nothing he

by the sight of her. He wanted more. Seeing her out of her sensible work clothes, and robed in so much grace, Rufus felt a

composed as ever, and she must have no idea of the effect she had on him. All Rufus could think about at the moment was taking her into his arms,

of annoyance at having to share her beauty

a stalemate, unable

doing, and a blush blossomed across her face. Luckily a pair of her work colleagues came to her and struck up

I've married a very

himself. Even he, who would normally never touch Cassandra, was in

the look

would be easy to humiliate Cassandra. The tiny woman was enchanting, and all eyes - including Lionel's - were on her. Ivy felt the envy bubble up within her. Not letting go of his hand, Ivy tilted her head to the side, batted her eyelashes, and intoned mockingly, "So you're going to her now huh? You just can't wait to tell everyone she's your wife, can

the truth in her words. It would

Ivy was right.

you want to go, then let's go together,"

as if she could read

then agreed. The thought of how they would punish Cassandra later brought a smile to his face.

know me so well. How can I not

her and whispered in her ear. Assuming that he was mocking her, she just scoffed

better from men. She knew it would be pointless to try and stop

Cassandra, then she would let him

was trying to stay focused on the conversation with her colleagues, but her attention kept wandering off. She found herself glancing away from time to