The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Thank you. I wouldn't know where else to find a dress if it weren't for you."Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"Why waste your time with that when you have me around? I've already told you that I'll take care of everything. All right then, there's no time to waste. If any of you want pictures, then get to it right away. She can't be late for tonight's banquet!"

"Okay..."

Everyone else rushed forward, some with cameras to capture Rita's beauty. Ever since Rita and Denny had met, they would make a mad rush to record everything whenever Rita showed up. Those photographs had much aesthetic value and also served as important learning materials for them. Denny's perspective of aesthetics, his way of matching everything, and his knack for emphasizing Rita's best features were all worth studying.

Rita left for home half an hour early. She glanced at her watch and took out some materials from the previous day to study. She was confident of receiving a reply, but she still needed to learn more about the person she was interviewing to ensure that everything proceeded smoothly. Rita's intuition told her that there must be a story behind her connection to that man, especially due to the rather special atmosphere between them.

Much to her surprise, the man she had thought about while in the car showed up in front of her house half an hour later. When her car pulled up at the entrance of the house, another car was lined up in front of hers. The owner of that car had driven here by himself and handed the car keys to one of the attendants.

"Just a minute, Miss. I'll unlock the car door for you once the car in front drives away."

Rita gathered up all the documents. "You can unlock it now, Suresh. I'll get down here. But remember not to let anyone touch the documents in my car."

"Sure. Your father has entrusted me with being your chauffeur, so you can rest assured that no one else will be allowed into the car." Rita nodded and got off. She had just stepped out of the car when she locked eyes with the visitor.

Sherman cocked his eyebrow,

finding it something of a

coincidence that he had stumbled upon Rita again. He looked at her from head to toe and found her appearance rather charming but for her erratic behavior the other day. He regarded her choice of profession as a reporter to be somewhat eccentric. After all, she had the kind of good looks that would allow her to excel in many other professional fields.

Rita did not expect to meet him there. She crossed her arms and asked petulantly, "Why are you here? Did you trick someone into giving you their invitation? Miss Claire isn't here today, and no one's going to save an invitation specifically for you."

Rita had smirked as if she was ready to witness Sherman make a fool of himself. In response, Sherman frowned. He decided to retract his second impression of her. She was too proud and arrogant, and he had a special dislike for rude people.

"Perhaps you should ask yourself if

you got the invitation from a scalper. Oh, and make sure you're not

entering the wrong event tonight et

This isn't the kind of place that small-time reporters like you will be allowed to attend at such short notice."

Rita held her dress and rushed up to Sherman. "How dare you discriminate against me because of my profession! I guess you're as much of a jerk as I expected."