Meet Lalisa Manoban, known to the world as LISA, a renowned supermodel who harbors a strong aversion towards men, particularly those she deems disrespectful.
However, her world takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with a mysterious figur...
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After the glamorous photoshoot for Bvlgari, I hurried back to my spacious, modern house, where only two maids and I lived. Despite their efforts, I dismissed the dinner one of them had prepared with a cold remark, feeling no appetite. I tossed my Celine bag onto the plush sofa in my expansive living room, the epitome of luxury and solitude.
A long bath later, I emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, my hair cascading down my back. Sitting before the enormous mirror in my room, I brushed my long, glossy black hair, lost in my thoughts.
My mind drifted to a week ago, at a Chanel party where I, as one of their ambassadors, was obligated to attend. The night turned sour when an older man's advances became unwanted attention. Thankfully, a mysterious man intervened, shrouded in a captivating mask. He chased away the lecherous man with a stern warning before disappearing into the night, leaving me intrigued and curious.
Days passed, but the memory of the masked stranger haunted me. Who was he? Why did he seem so familiar?
Two weeks later, as I packed for my return to South Korea from New Zealand, my phone buzzed with my manager's call. Despite my excitement to return home, the mystery of the masked man gnawed at me.
Upon landing in South Korea, I was greeted by adoring fans, their cheers a temporary distraction from my thoughts. But as I entered my home, the emptiness crept back in.
Reflecting on my solitary life, memories of my departing maids weighed heavily on me. Yet, I pushed aside the sadness and cooked myself a simple meal, alone at the table.
Later that night, my best friend Jennie called, inviting me to a birthday party. Reluctantly, I agreed, knowing it would be a temporary escape from my solitude.
As I drifted off to sleep, Jennie's persistent enthusiasm echoed in my mind. Despite my protests, a part of me welcomed the distraction, no matter how temporary.
