CHAPTER 7

Estella awoke, feeling glad, and, for unknown reasons, smiled as she got out of bed. As long as she is in a good mood and feels nothing but pleasure. Is it because of the young man that he doesn't compel her to speak the truth? Especially since he is protecting her? She keeps a smile on her lips until she takes a shower.

"Estella?" The voice came from outside the bedroom door, and it seemed to be Lucius calling her.

She quickly wrapped a towel around her body before going out and went straight to the door to let the young man in.

"Ah, good morning. What-"

"Get dressed and go downstairs," said the young man, who didn't know where to look because only a towel was draped over the woman's body and half of her chest or cleavage peeked out.

The young woman quickly followed the young man. She got dressed, and the clothes she was wearing were a young man's t-shirt that reached her knees. After that, she went down without a comb, and in her haste, she almost slipped. Luckily, she was clutching onto the stairwell's handrail, preventing her from slipping.

"Sit down," Lucius commands, sitting comfortably on the sofa. Estella couldn't help but wonder and ask the young man why he was rushing her earlier.

"Lucius? Do you have anything important to say-"

"Lucius! Who-"

Estella was stunned when a beautiful young woman appeared, as was the young woman who had just arrived. When Sandra saw Estella, she didn't finish what she was going to say. And Estella became nervous because she knew that the whole world knew she had destroyed Lucius. She braced herself for the worst-case scenario.

"She is Sandra, my cousin, and you have nothing to fear because I told her everything." If Lucius hadn't spoken, Estella would still be feeling nervous and uncomfortable.

Sandra smiled at her and she automatically smiled back, and she appeared friendly. Estella had no idea why Lucius was introducing his cousin to her.

"Hello, my name is Sandra, and my cousin asked me to come here personally to measure the clothing items you can wear every day," she explained.

"Should I choose clothes?"

"Yes, so you don't wear my clothes anymore," Lucius said, folding his arms.

She felt shy when she looked at her clothes, and she slowly turned to Sandra, who was still smiling. It's especially embarrassing because the girl is the young man's cousin. Isn't hiding in the young man's house overexposing her?

Let's start. I just sent the clothes to my staff and then I sent them away to make sure that no one would know or recognize you, so don't be afraid. " Sandra said.

"Thank you." She said.

"You're welcome, pretty."

You're more beautiful." She complimented Sandra back.

Lucius hissed. "The two of you are still having fun, huh? Actually, there's nothing good about you two, okay?" Before getting up and walking away.

In response to what Lucius stated, she and Sandra both grinned and shrugged.

"Don't mind him," Sandra said. "

"Look! This is the right dress for you!" She looked at the clothes that Sandra took out. It's a simple design but looks elegant and classy. She came closer and touched the fabric of the dress. It was not just fabric, but it was also soft.

"Isn't that expensive? I don't have any money." Estella said shyly. While Sandra was showing her the clothes she brought.

"You have nothing to worry about! You won't be the one to pay for it."

"But I already owe Lucius a lot."

"It's just free for you, so you don't have to worry about how much you'll pay," Sandra replied, pulling out the clothes from the box to show her everything it held. "But in one condition," she added. Because of what Sandra said, Estella suddenly became nervous.

"What's that?"

"You're going to drink with me!"

"Is that all your condition is?" Estella asked in disbelief. She was still tense. "Do you have any other questions or conditions? It's a shame those clothes are expensive and then free."

"Shh... Just come with me for a drink, that's all."

"But..."

"But?"

Before responding, she bit her bottom lip. "I'm not allowed to leave the house. I don't want anyone to recognize me. I'm sure they won't stop asking questions, and I don't want them to know anything about me, especially my family. "

"Calm down, we don't need to go out to drink and enjoy ourselves; we can enjoy ourselves here, Lucius can have a lot of wine." Estella felt relieved after hearing what Sandra said. "Measure everything for yourself, and then join me for a drink while Lucius isn't here because he might stop us."

"Where is he going?" she asked Sandra.

"His manager called him, so he went to Dream Entertainment; perhaps there will be many interviews, and he needs to speak publicly to deny your allegations against him to clear his name."

Estella felt very guilty and ashamed after hearing what Sandra said, so she remained silent because she knew there was nothing she could deny or explain because, in the first place, it was her fault. She had no right to deny or defend herself.

"Ow, I'm so sorry for what I said," Sandra apologized, but she only smiled. "You just took a bath; wear it first! I'm sure it looks good on you."

She handed her a knee-length dress that fitted her body. Why would I wear this when I'm just at home? Estella couldn't stop talking to herself. Later on, she decided to wear the dress because she didn't want to offend Lucius' cousin. She took a close look at herself in the mirror. The dress fit her, but she was uncomfortable because her backside was exposed.

"I told you! It was perfect for you! You look sexy and elegant," Sandra said of her outfit.

"Do you have any other dresses?"

"Nah, that's a better dress for you. I'll be sad if you take that off."

Estella did nothing but follow her wishes.

After measuring the dresses, Sandra got some beer and some honey. Estella drinks alcoholic drinks, but she has a low tolerance when it comes to beer due to her acidic nature. But she doesn't want to reject Sandra because her clothes are free.

"Thank you for accompanying me today, Estella."

"Welcome, and thank you for the truly beautiful clothes," she says, grateful to Sandra.

Sandra gave a big smile. "Of course! I am our company's clothing designer," it states proudly.

Estella was unconcerned about what was possible with their drinking. They've finished a few bottles of beer and continue to drink, laugh, and talk.