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.

to it was decorated with flowers. It

the guest rooms here

in disbelief. She could not believe what she

all designed to look like rooms for princesses, but they all look

the butler replied.

I peek at

hotels she stayed in.

they all shared a general theme but had different color schemes and furniture pieces.

were painted blue and pink. There was one particular room that left a deep impression on Cassandra. It was designed with a Gothic style, all

piece of furniture and decor in each of

inspiring to see

stays in the guest rooms

inquired. It felt like such a waste if

one of them,

the butler answered.

didn't know what to say.

born in a wealthy

Courtney's cold facade, her mother seemed to believe that she had a childlike heart. This must have been why

to her room which was a room painted with pink

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

brought Cloris a house of toys. Her room was filled with Hello Kitty and Winnie The Pooh, which were her

on the other hand, had

to paint her room and get some toys, but every time she wanted to ask, Vernon's serious and menacing expression always

college, she bought herself a white unicorn. This was the first and only

Vernon gave

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

to Norway and a long search for where she stayed.

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

person who had difficulty settling into new places. Besides, it was

a dark place. Suddenly, a light appeared and broke the darkness. She followed the light and kept walking until she arrived at an open

was on a narrow street surrounded by bustling

forward, she saw a little

was wearing a t-shirt and a short skirt. Slim limbs dangled from her body. Her hemline swung and her white shoes looked

it was her when she was still in

she walked home. Suddenly, she stopped in front

of the shop from which electronic music played, luring passengers