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A young Indonesian designer named Dinarian Dinata successfully designed the fashions of top artists, such as Anne Hathaway at the Golden Globes, Aishwarya Ray at the 2007 Cannes film festival, Halle Berry at the 2004 Guild Awards and also Jodie Foster at the 2002 Oscars. The 30-year-old woman was holding a grand event auctioning her designs, with invited guests among socialites and international artists. Under the night sky of Paris, the young designer held her lavish party. Choosing the fashion city as a witness to how beautiful the designs of the dresses will be worn by famous models around the World.

The auction event that also collaborated with vanity fair fashion magazine to participate in this collaboration is a charity event for the Indonesian Museum art. At least even though Dinar has never set foot in his grandfather's homeland, he can donate something useful for the Indonesian nation. The grandeur of this party can be seen from the decoration of the lights, the red carpet held to welcome invited guests, dozens of blitz cameras that endlessly photograph the moment of the night. Socialites in dresses designed by top designers, entrepreneurs and also among the world's artists friends of the younger brother. Danishwara Dinata, an International model. They all come to this party with different purposes.

"I want to have fun first. My angel must have been waiting for me. Bye! You have to have fun too," Dino patted his two best friends on the shoulders.

A second after that Dino had vanished from the sight of both of them. Drowning in the crowd of charity partygoers tonight. Drowning with his own world, a world full of eves.

Ck..

That guy's a jerk.

Can never ignore items labeled sexy.

"You, playboy stork stamp," chided Danish staring at Cassanova's departure. The man then turned sideways, towards his best friend who was only standing with a sampange glass in his right hand and left hand inserted into his pants pocket. The man looks uninterested in the show. "Hey, Vi. I know that you were forced to come to this event because of my brother's disbelief, but you can't pretend to enjoy this party. I'm sick of seeing your look. You don't want to date one of the women here? Are you sure you're still defending your stupid principles, when you see dozens of angels scattered around you?" The guy's busy ranting.

The man named Vian just smiled thinly, not ignoring the nagging from danish. Choosing to circulate his views elsewhere instead of his best friend's annoyance. The focus immediately stopped at one goal among the thousands of people in this room. Staring intently at the figure of the woman standing in the middle of the room, ignoring the dozens of pairs of eyes of the eve who had been staring at the man was full of interest.

"I want that woman," Vian said without turning her gaze to the woman in a bright red dress with an open back cut and a knee-length.

"Hey, hey, I'm not. Bung! You think we're selling women! It's a dress auction event and not a women's auction. If you really want him, that means you have to win the auction," said Danish, as the younger brother of the event's organizers who means the host as well.

"So she's one of the models who will show off the dress designed by Kak Dinar. Then what would I get, if I managed to win the dress?" asked Vian.

"The dress is with the wearer. You're a bus―"

"Shit, you said you didn't sell women. Then what is your explanation?" said Vian. The man glared at his best friend.

"Fuck, wash your brain first and don't think with just your dick. I'm not done talking, you idiot! Dinar will only allow you to have dinner and dance. If you do more than that, I guarantee you'll never be able to return to your homeland safely. You will definitely die at the hands of Kak Dinar," explained Danish at length.

"But what if he asked me to touch him himself? That's beyond your authority, isn't it," Vian said confidently.

"Sure. If it was another woman, maybe I would immediately believe in your ability to conquer the eves. But unfortunately the person you want right now is Keandra Vi. A top model whose nature and attitude is as cold as the north pole, I'm not sure if your ability can reach the level of a Keandra," Ledek Danish while drinking his cocktail.

'So he's famously cool, isn't this getting interesting. You want a bet?" offered Vian staring at his best friend.

"A bet? It's not that you've never been interested in any bet. Why is it challenging me now?" said Danish staring astonishedly at his best friend.

"I think it's interesting."

"So, you mean our previous offer wasn't attractive," gushed an exasperated Danish, glancing at Dio who was seducing women in the corner of the party.

"I'll make sure that after this show ends, the woman named Kea will be in a car with me and even one bed. Call?" offered Vian smiling confidently.

What's the bet?

"My new island in Thailand."

"And you want to?"

"Your island is in Greece."

, you've been after my island, haven't you? You deliberately lured me with this bet!" cried Danish feeling deceived, the man swearing as he put his fist in Vian's arms.

"So?" said a smiling Vian obliquely.

"All right, I agree. After all, I'm sure that you can't afford to make Kea one car let alone one bed with you," Danish said approvingly of the bet.

"We'll see." Cynic grins now adorn Vian's handsome face.

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