ON the day that Ansel Balder had appointed, Daphne Tjia dressed in front of the mirror without enthusiasm. It crossed his mind to mess up today's event. For example, pretending to be crazy and then jumping into one of the existing aquariums. Isn't that an interesting idea? Daphne Tjia smiled mischievously as she rubbed a brush sprinkled with blush powder on her cheeks.
"Hey future billionaire wife," Demeter stood at the doorway to go in and out that afternoon carrying a surfboard.
"Where are you going?"
"Enjoying my holiday, riding the waves."
