Dede frowned, but he couldn't do anything about it.
"Miss Aruna, please choose according to your taste this time, but let me try to provide the second dress." Dede was a little worried about Aruna's choice.
The girl entered the fitting room, assisted by two saleswomen. She then asked to stand at a point, and slowly, the curtain in front of her opened.
It turned out that the curtain was leading to the soft sofa earlier.
Aruna stood awkwardly stiff. She didn't know whether to smile or cry at this time.
"Look at me for a moment, Miss." Surya was busy taking Aruna' self-portrait.
"1 2 3, smile..." Hendra's assistant tried to take the best photos.
A forced bitter smile adorned Aruna's face. Right in front of her, Damar sat watching. The man had caught something unusual.
'Matchmaking marriage is torture for anyone. Is Aruna also being tormented?' Damar threw a smile of encouragement. The man raised his index finger and thumb to form a love sign that he was giving Aruna support.
