Janie knocks on Lisa's door, and when Lisa opens it, she is taken aback by the sight of the alien pet standing before her. Despite the strange appearance of Janie, Lisa reciprocates the tight hug, sensing the sincerity behind the gesture.
"Am sorry, Lisa," Janie mutters silently, her voice laced with a hint of regret.
Confused, Lisa releases the hug and looks at Janie, her eyes searching for answers. "Sorry for what, Janie?" she asks, her voice filled with curiosity and concern.
With a hint of sadness in her gaze, Janie replies, "Justin is not going to marry you."
Lisa's heart sinks, her emotions swirling in a mix of disappointment and relief. She moves to sit on her bed, and Janie follows suit, taking a seat beside her. Lisa turns to face Janie, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared vulnerability.
"Janie, marriage between Justin and me is not meant to be," Lisa admits, her voice tinged with a touch of resignation. "He is my boss, and the dynamics of our relationship would be complicated. Besides, we have very different personalities, and our clashes are inevitable. His bossy and arrogant nature... I just can't handle it. It's not a healthy foundation for a marriage."
Janie listens attentively, her human head nodding in understanding. "But Lisa," she interjects gently, "you're not too young to marry him. The four-year age gap is insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
Justin and Lisa drive to the city shopping mall, the bustling mall is a haven for men's clothing, boasting a wide array of suits, shirts, and trousers. Justin is determined to make a lasting impression on his bride-to-be, Fiona Paige, and her parents, whom he is set to meet in just three days.
Navigating through the aisles, Justin's eyes light up as he spots a sleek black and white suit on display. Intrigued, he reaches for it, admiring the intricate details and impeccable craftsmanship. Eager to see how it looks on him, he quickly heads towards the fitting room.
Stepping into the well-lit fitting room, Justin carefully dons the suit, adjusting the jacket and trousers to ensure a perfect fit. As he gazes at his reflection in the mirror, he can't help but feel a surge of confidence. This suit has the potential to make a statement and leave a lasting impression.
Turning to Lisa, who has been patiently waiting outside the fitting room, Justin seeks her opinion. "What do you think of the suit?" he asks.Lisa tells Justin that the black and white suit doesn't quite complement his appearance. , she suggests that he considers choosing a different color and design. However, Justin's response catches Lisa off guard.
"You're my personal assistant, Lisa," Justin retorts, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "Your job is to assist me and follow my requests. You should know what I like, and I expect you to support my decisions."
Lisa feels a pang of insult, her brows furrowing in disbelief. She had only wanted to offer her honest opinion, but instead, her intentions had been misconstrued. Gathering her composure, she decides to take matters into her own hands.
Determined to find a better-suited option, Lisa heads upstairs to the men's department, her eyes scanning the racks for an alternative. And there it is—a loud, bright orange suit, standing out amidst the more traditional choices. Intrigued, she carefully selects it and brings it down to show Justin.
With a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, Justin looks at the vibrant orange suit in Lisa's hands. His initial reaction is less than enthusiastic. "What is that monstrosity?" he exclaims, his voice filled with disbelief.
Undeterred by his reaction, Lisa takes a step closer, her eyes sparkling with conviction. "Justin, I understand that it's unconventional, but sometimes, taking a risk can lead to unexpected success," she reasons, her tone calm yet persuasive. "This suit has a unique flair that could make you stand out in a memorable way."
Justin's initial resistance begins to waver as he considers Lisa's words. He takes a closer look at the suit, his eyes tracing the bold lines and vibrant hues. Slowly, a hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
"I don't want it ".He says .Justin's rude and arrogant tone makes Lisa's blood boil, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She can't believe how her boss is treating her with such disrespect, and it takes all her strength to maintain her composure. Though seething on the inside, Lisa inhales deeply, determined to address the situation professionally.
With a measured tone, she speaks up, her voice laced with a hint of controlled anger. "Justin, I am doing my best to assist you, but your attitude is making it difficult," she asserts, her words firm yet composed. "All I want is to ensure you look your absolute best when you meet Fiona's parents. If the suit I picked out doesn't meet your expectations, I will continue searching for alternatives."
"You're right, Lisa," Justin concedes, his voice tempered with a newfound humility.
"Look at her , whoa you really thought I would meant what I said I was just bluffing about it. "