147 147. Engagement Party Blues

An important appointment had been scheduled. The Deckers had prepared a sumptuous dinner for the Johnsons tonight. Clara’s future husband was coming to the house.

Clara had resigned herself to the fate of her love life where there would be no hope anymore. She would not have the experience of falling in love like other girls her age. She would not experience a sweet romance story like in a fairy tale.

Being a daughter of a rich family was sometimes good, but sometimes it was also suffocating. It depended on how your family treated you and valued you. Are you considered as a favorite daughter, or as an asset to maintain their wealth?

Clara was the second kind. Her father wanted her to be a useful daughter to maintain the family fortune. Everything had been determined. She had agreed because it was the only way she could become a doctor, her dream.

“Hi, I’m Dave.”

A young man with glasses reached out to Clara. He introduced himself awkwardly to the young girl who would become his wife in the future. The girl was so beautiful like a goddess, making him immediately agree with the arranged marriage. Even just when he saw the girl’s photo for the first time, Dave already liked her. Maybe, it was called love at first sight.

“Hi, I’m Clara,” Clara answered, confidently shaking Dave’s hand.

Unexpectedly, the person who was betrothed to Clara was a handsome man. Much prettier than the photo. Clara’s face blushed when she remembered the words, ‘Being matchmade isn’t always bad. If he’s handsome and loves you, of course, you’re lucky.’

That’s what Clara seemed to have experienced. Dave turned out to be a caring man. He was a workaholic. However, he never forgot his scheduled date with her. He was always on time, running dates with as much importance as any other job.

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Dave never canceled his date with Clara. He always took her where she liked. He also gifted the items that she enjoyed.

Who wouldn’t be happy to have a future husband as considerate as Dave? So did Clara. She felt her father was a hero because he had brought her together with such a great man.

Everyone was happy with Dave and Clara’s closeness. Successful matchmaking. A beautiful princess who was about to marry a handsome crown prince.

A month later, their engagement was about to be made official. Clara has buried memories of a great night with Jade. Sometimes she remembered his gentleness and care. A man who was willing to hold back even though he was in great painful arousal. However, that fateful night’s miracle couldn’t replace Dave’s affection, making Clara completely forget about Jade.

As the engagement party approached, Clara felt nervous. She often felt nauseous and restless. She even had no appetite and often vomited. She skipped classes several times because she was not feeling well.

Currently, Ryan, a private designer of the Decker family, was applying a white engagement party dress to Clara’s body. The dress with a scoop neckline seemed to fit perfectly on Clara’s body, exposing her beautiful and full breasts.

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Variations of feathers on the sleeves looked so great to be combined with Swarovski crystal beads on the bust to the waist. It looked so luxurious and sexy, showing off the beautiful exposed back.

Ryan repeatedly praised Clara’s beauty, which was like a mature woman. The dress design complements the beauty and sensuality of Clara’s body. So perfect.

“Dave was so lucky to have you,” said Ryan, hoping to get a positive response from Clara. He smiled, admiring every curve that fits the gown perfectly. “You’re like an angel.”

Unfortunately, Clara did not respond. She just turned her head lazily at Ryan, staring blankly at the man’s clean face. She’s not feeling well after emptying her stomach this morning. Her body felt weak. However, she was forced to continue doing the fitting because there was no time left.

After drinking the mint tea that Linda prepared for her, Clara felt comfortable and no longer felt nauseous. However, it’s all just temporary. Her stomach was churning. She felt her body was not well.

“Hurry up! Have you finished fitting the dress?” asked Clara, her face turning pale. She was about to empty her stomach again.

Ryan, who felt his praise was useless, then said, “Wait a minute!” He sneered at Clara’s arrogant behavior as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Too bad Clara couldn’t wait. She immediately ran to the toilet. She went on for quite a long time, making the designer worried.

“Aarrghh! Why would anyone not appreciate my masterpiece?” Ryan screamed in panic, pressing his body against the bathroom door. “Clara! Don’t let you dirty the dress I’ve been making for a month, okay?”

“Ryan, calm down! My daughter is sick,” Linda asked when she saw Ryan pacing back and forth waiting for Clara to come out of the toilet. “She has been feeling unwell since this morning.”

“What if the dress gets dirty with her puke?” Ryan protested with a face shuddering with fear. His face scrunched up, crying helplessly. “I have calculated all aspects with precision.”

“You can do it again, can’t you?” Linda asked hopefully. She was worried because Clara had not come out of the bathroom yet. The sound of people emptying their stomachs could be heard non-stop from the toilet. Linda wanted to enter, but the door automatically locked from the inside.

“Make the dress again? Did you forget that the engagement ceremony is next week?” By now, Ryan was on the verge of tears. His mind was already in turmoil, imagining his worries would happen.

Shortly after, Clara came out of the toilet with a face as white as paper. Ryan immediately screamed when he saw the stains on Clara’s white dress. At the same time, Clara and Ryan lost consciousness, for different reasons, of course.

Clara collapsed from her sickness.

Ryan fainted because Clara stained the pretty dress with her puke.