March 22, 1963, afternoon.
Catherine got out of the car and walked into her villa.
"Have Lily and the others come back yet?"
Catherine asked the servants.
They shook their heads.
Catherine smiled.
She was preparing a surprise for them.
Bruce Lee was also leaving the United States to return to Hong Kong, so Catherine's plans to shoot a TV series were temporarily put on hold.
However, whether it was Freeman or Bruce Lee, at most they would only be the second male lead in the series.
Catherine had to take ratings into account.
In fact, Catherine herself wanted to take on the role; she was genuinely very interested.
She was even considering writing a script specifically for Bruce Lee.
And the name of that script was: Crysis.
That's right—the dangerous game known as Crysis, which had destroyed and burned out countless graphics cards and GPU chips.
Although Crysis was highly sci-fi, its science-fiction elements covered almost everything that could realistically be simulated at the time.
Moreover, she had already completed her supercomputer project, which meant she could use supercomputers for image processing in the future.
Back then, that was incredible.
But now probably wasn't the time to think about those things.
The spacious hallway was empty, without a soul in sight.
Lily and the others were probably still in class.
Just then, the half-open door behind her slammed shut.
Catherine turned around, but there was nothing there.
The next moment, a pair of arms lifted her up.
"Oh, Kate, it's been so long since I've seen you!"
Lily nuzzled against her.
"You didn't go to class?" Catherine was startled.
"Your mom called us, so we took the day off…" Lily laughed.
"Kate, it looks like you've grown again…" Lily suddenly noticed that Catherine was taller than her.
"Mmm… 167 cm."
A girl's height usually stops increasing around sixteen, so she might still grow a little more.
Catherine had long, slender limbs—especially her long, slim legs—which contributed a lot to her height.
"Wow~ Kate, you're an E cup now, right? At least a DD!" Lisa stared at Catherine's chest.
"No! Just a D cup!"
Catherine corrected her.
Normally, for Europeans and Americans, a D cup at 167 cm isn't considered large—at most it's average, and might even be considered small.
But Catherine had a slim figure and firm breasts, so at first glance they did look relatively large.
"Liar." Lisa clearly didn't believe her.
Lily let go of Catherine and asked, "Kate, how's filming going? I planned to go see you around Christmas and surprise you, but Dad took me to England—seriously…"
"It'll be finished soon, don't worry. It'll definitely surprise you~."
Catherine smiled.
"Honestly, the clothes I prepared for you—you can't wear them now…"
"Maybe you can still try them on." Seeing Lily's disappointed expression, Catherine comforted her.
Then she followed her into the master bedroom.
The so-called "master bedroom" only had one large bed, where they usually all slept together. There was also a small separate room, but hardly anyone used it.
As soon as the door opened, the big bed looked messy, and Ida rushed in and hid something.
Catherine saw it clearly.
It was a pair of black underwear, but there seemed to be something else inside.
"Ida and Lily stayed here last night…" Lisa suddenly said.
"What's that?"
Jenny seemed not to have noticed.
Lily said bluntly, "Nothing, just Mr. Horn's underwear inside."
"Hey! Lily!"
Ida's face instantly turned red.
Some things might seem fine at the moment, but once said out loud—even Ida, the most open-minded of them all, couldn't help blushing.
"Looks like you two really had a good time last night."
Catherine laughed.
Lily was visibly nervous, her eyes fixed on the camera beside her.
"Is there something on it?"
Catherine felt a surge of exhilaration at finally being able to turn the tables.
"No! Really, there's nothing!" Lily jumped to her feet.
But everyone already understood.
"Lily, you recorded it… aren't you going to show us?" Lisa laughed.
The girls joked around for a while before remembering their original business. Lisa then took out the new clothes she had sewn for Catherine.
Catherine took off her coat.
"Kate, why are you wearing tights under your jeans?" Jenny asked curiously.
Ever since she'd walked that distance wearing tights, Catherine seemed to have fallen in love with them.
They were very comfortable, especially with the friction against the jeans.
"I like wearing tights," Catherine finally said.
"But if you wear tights, it's better not to wear boxers."
"Really?"
Catherine still thought boxers were more comfortable and only wore other things when necessary.
Besides, they helped prevent accidental exposure.
Otherwise, Catherine wouldn't feel comfortable wearing a miniskirt.
"But wearing panties makes me feel insecure," Catherine replied.
"Actually, if you're wearing jeans, you don't need underwear at all, right? Wearing something inside tights is really uncomfortable." Ida chimed in—after all, it was just lighthearted girl talk.
"Maybe."
Catherine took off her tights and picked up Lisa's clothes.
"They look really good,"
Catherine praised sincerely.
"Thanks,"
Lisa said.
"Kate, I suddenly realized that designing clothes for ourselves is way more inspiring than working at a fashion design company," Lisa continued complaining.
"Maybe you could ask Catherine for help—she might need a professional designer… Kate, do you know? You're a huge star now, everyone at school talks about you!" Lily said.
"As long as you don't bring up bra sizes again, everything will be fine." That was Catherine's response.
In fact, perhaps influenced by Catherine, Lisa's designs had become more and more elegant. Although she liked tight cuts, they highlighted beautiful curves and looked quite appealing.
Catherine liked wearing pretty clothes, but she lacked the courage to wear them outside—it made her uncomfortable. At home, and in front of her friends, however, she felt perfectly at ease.
"Alright, Kate, from today on I'm your personal stylist!"
"I have my doubts about that,"
Catherine said as she put on the clothes. She was wearing a fitted jacket.
"It looks really small."
The buttons across the chest looked impossible to fasten.