Jasmine Yale held her cellphone, unsure of what to say.
Yet it was Yolanda who laughed, "Could you make time to come?"
"I need to check my work schedule."
"Sure, if you have time, come by. I can arrange everything," Yolanda said, "I'm mainly in charge of wedding affairs. Mr. Cheney is really busy with work, so I didn't bother him with it. You can't blame him."
"Hmm."
Jasmine had a lump in her throat, the sensation was indescribable.
"Mr. Cheney told me, he said that you've lived at the Cheney Residence for twelve years, he has feelings for you, he hopes you can come."
"I'll try."
"Chale is quite fond of you, he would be very happy if you came." Yolanda laughed, "Don't consider yourself an outsider, we are all family. Mr. Cheney said he's always treated you like a sister, he doesn't have a sister, so he really likes you. He also said, you are very cute."
Her hand was shaking uncontrollably.
Jasmine was unable to say a single word.
"Jasmine? Jasmine?" Yolanda called out.
