A Graduation Gift

The dining room was luxurious. It made Cassandra feel as if she were back in the Middle Ages.

The steak was perfect. Cassandra was so impressed and she had to express it.

"Auntie, the chef you hired is incredible. This is the best steak I've ever tasted!"

she said before taking another bite.

Whitney couldn't help but smile when she saw that Cassandra enjoyed her meal so much.

"Courtney will not eat food cooked by anyone else," Whitney said.

This surprised Cassandra. She did not expect Courtney to be so picky. Then again, a picture of her cold face came back to her and Cassandra realized that it was, indeed, highly likely.

"Is Courtney sick? She didn't come down for dinner,"

Cassandra asked. To be honest, it would have made her feel better if she found out that the girl were just feeling unwell.

"Courtney… likes to eat in her bedroom,"

Whitney replied with sorrow in her eyes. Talking about her daughter seemed to bring her pain. Cassandra felt as if she wanted to tell her many things, but was working hard not to.

A part of Cassandra wanted to bring up the business deal—the initial reason for she visit.

After much thought, she decided that it was best not to ruin the trust that Whitney had given her by bringing up something she explicitly said she did not want to talk about.

She would have to be patient. Besides, she doubted that the Tang Group knew where Whitney's place was. As of now, she had an advantage.

Cassandra bid Whitney goodbye after dinner and waited for her ride back to the hotel. Suddenly, she received a call that the driver would not be able to come and get her.

"Stay the night. I'll ask the servant to prepare a room for you,"

Whitney offered. Then, she asked one of her helpers to clean the guestroom.

A stranger to Norway, Cassandra accepted the offer. She did not really have much alternatives.

She stayed in a room on the third floor, in the middle of a corridor.

Upon opening the door, she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.

It looked like the princess bedroom every little girl dreamed of having.

style with a frame carved with delicate patterns. The dresser next to it was decorated with flowers. It was so nice to look at. Even more

guest rooms here look like

asked the butler in disbelief. She could not believe what she

they are all designed to look like rooms for princesses,

the butler replied.

may I peek at the

so curious. These guest rooms looked even more luxurious than the hotels she stayed in. Whitney must have invested a

to the other rooms. True enough, they all shared a general theme but had different color schemes and

was one particular room that left a deep impression on Cassandra. It was designed

and decor in each of the rooms were distinct and

felt on top of the world. It was inspiring to see someone make so much effort

stays in the guest rooms on

like such a waste if the rooms were left unused.

to stay in one of them, if she wishes. These are actually more like Courtney's bedrooms than

the butler answered.

know what to say. She

in a wealthy family. She

had a childlike heart. This must have been why she built

returned to her room which was a room painted with pink and white. Looking around, Cassandra felt

to dream of having such rooms for herself, too. But unlike Cloris, her

of toys. Her room was filled with Hello Kitty and Winnie The Pooh, which were

the other hand, had

toys, but every time she wanted to ask,

she bought herself a white unicorn. This was the first and only toy she had.

about Vernon gave Cassandra mixed feelings.

how wealthy Whitney was. She feared that she would not be able to name a sufficient price for Whitney to sell

just to find Whitney. It was a long flight to Norway and a long search for where she stayed. As it all

to think about her father's business anymore, she took a shower and went straight to bed.

very restful sleep. She was not the kind of person who had difficulty settling into

was walking in a dark place. Suddenly, a light appeared and broke the darkness.

realized that she was on a narrow street surrounded by bustling

she saw a little

short skirt. Slim limbs dangled from her

that it was her when she was still in middle school!

walked home. Suddenly, she stopped in front of

was a clip doll machine in front of the shop from which electronic music played,