Different outfit changes kept happening as Asher tried on one set of clothes after another. He felt like an elf being forced into a dress, frowning and muttering under his breath. At one point, while mimicking a runway model, he swayed his waist and started catwalking dramatically—but in the end, his ankle bent sideways, twisting painfully as he crashed heavily to the floor.
He slowly stood up with Oliver's help as the poor man rushed to his rescue. His hair was scattered like an eagle's nest, and when he turned to check on Cassandra, the girl was practically fighting for her life trying not to laugh.
"That bitch made me go through this and she's laughing??" he snapped sourly.
Cassie, realizing she was almost caught, immediately fixed her expression and straightened her face.
"Next!!" she pointed out, and Asher groaned in pure agony at the torture.
