Reading the note, Kamou opened the package quickly in excitement. Ripping the papers off, she found two huge boxes. The boxes looked quite luxurious, Kamou had to search the internet for it. They were custom made from a famous designer. Kamou never owned something this expensive.
She opened the first box and took out a silk, slip dress in white color. The dress was sleeveless with some rouching near the neck and the bottom. The fabric of the dress felt really nice to the touch.
She moved on to open the next box. The second box seemed heavier than the previous one. It contained a full-length, lilac colored evening gown. The dress has thin straps, backless with few straps crisscrossed. The top section in the front had detailed embroidery which ran down sparsely from waistline. The pattern in net looked stunning. The work was so delicate, done by hand, it stood out.
Kamou ran into her room to try them on, fortunately both of them were in her fit. The dresses didn't need any alterations and she looked gorgeous in them. After her trail was over, satisfied she texted Juho thanking him.
When Juho received her text, he was in his car, his manager driving him home. He had a long day, after he left Kamou's place in the morning he had a radio show. He had performance practice session for a live performance in the afternoon. After lunch he took out some time from his schedule to shop for Kamou. He sent the packages to Kamou immediately, before he left for an interview in the evening. Now he just got free from his photoshoot and was heading home.
With his eyes closed, Juho was relaxing. His cell phone pinged, he opened his eyes and read the text. With that all the exhaustion vanished, she was happy, there was nothing more he needed. He knew she was stressed about something and there was nothing much he can do for her. Not until she tells him what was going on.
Juho wanted to shower her with his love, the only thing he could do for her in this situation. Her hiding things, lying didn't bother him much. At times it made him angry but he knew her, he knew she was capable to handle things on her own. Her independence didn't make it easy for him though, he cared for her too much.
Therefore, it didn't matter, Juho loved her more and more. She acted stubbornly, trying to figure out things on her own; at times like that he loved her more, endlessly. Juho knew she won't say it but she needed it, the warm his love brings in her life, she craved for it.
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2:30 A.M.
Kamou was in her bed, sleeping peacefully under her blankets.
Suddenly her phone started ringing. She was deep in her sleep but the ringing didn't stop. Frustrated by the sound she opened her eyes. She grabbed her phone to check who was disturbing her, this late.
It was an unknown number, Kamou couldn't think of anyone whom the number belonged to. Thinking that it may be an emergency, she picked up.
"Hello." she said.
Kamou waited for a while but there was no reply. The sound of heavy breathing came from the other end.
"Hello, is anyone there?" Kamou asked again, irritated this time.
Again, there was no response. Frustrated, Kamou hung up. Before going back to sleep, Kamou changed her phone setting to do not disturb. Not thinking much about it, she went back to sleep again.
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The next morning Kamou woke up, almost unaware of the call last night. She got ready for the day and went out. She had a meeting with the crew of her movie for some final discussions. She needed to go to her skin clinic. In the afternoon She had an appointment there; the premiere of the movie was near and her skin needed that extra care. In the night she had a date with Juho.
In the meeting, Kamou's cell started ringing again. It was from the same unknown number. Being in the meeting, she didn't bother to answer it.
In the afternoon, Kamou's manager was dropping her off to the clinic, when her phone rang again. Kamou took out her phone and answered it but like last night no response came from the other end. Confused she showed the number to her manager. After checking Miss Min confirmed that the number didn't belong to anyone from their work, so Kamou blocked it.
Getting out of the clinic, Kamou hailed a taxi back home. It was already late in the evening when Kamou reached home. She needed to get ready soon as Juho would be there to pick her up any moment.
She rushed into her house and slipped into the dress Juho gave her. Kamou was touching up her make up when the doorbell rang. Happy to see Juho, Kamou ran to open the door. Juho stood there in his casual white shirt and blue jeans. He held a bouquet of roses in his hand.
Juho stared Kamou, from top to bottom. She looked gorgeous; the fabric wrapped around her body, flaunting her curves. The neck rouching made her cleavage show a little, it was hot.
"Hi, how do I look?" Kamou asked confused.
"So pretty." With that Juho pulled her closer to him.
Unable to resist, he smashed his lips on hers. The kisses were turning deeper, which made Kamou pull out.
"Just a minute, I have something to do." Blushing she ran inside the apartment.
Juho walked behind her. He placed the flowers in the vase, kept in the corner. Juho walked inside Kamou's room to see what was taking her so long. She was standing in front of mirror applying her lipstick.
"See, no more kissing." Kamou pointed at her lips, turning to him.
Juho laughed seeing her act so adorably. Looking at her, he extended his hand towards her. Kamou, smiling held his hand, rubbing the back of his hand a little with her thumb. They didn't needed words to talk, this was enough for him to know everything was fine. Holding hands, the two of them walked out of the place.