||| - mademoiselle
"Do you think I look good?" I asked, unsure of myself.
"For the first time in forever, I think you actually do," Joohyun said to me back, her voice tinted with annoyance from how many times I asked her the same question.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror, turning occasionally to the left and right inorder to make sure that my dress was fluttering. I was wearing a midnight blue off shouldered gown, which sparkled underneath the light due to the pretty arrangement of silver balls at the hem. As much as I loved the dress, which Seun had send through an online dealer, I didn't think I would look good in it. I didn't have a perfect hourglass shape; nor did I have perfect, well defined features adorning my face. But still, with Joohyun's help, I managed to look presentable.
Standing straight with my hands folded down, I looked into my own, half-scared, half-excited eyes in the mirror. 'I hope this goes well,' I whispered a small message to myself, hoping the words would come true.
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Stepping out the grand black limo that had come to pick me up at the hotel, I made sure not to step on my dress as I looked up at the grand restaurant in front of me. La Yeon, which was written in big, glowing red letters, was known for their running as the biggest five star restaurant in Seoul with five Michelin stars; if there was one thing apart from all the dreadful things at this party that I was going to do, it was going to be the food. I'm going to enjoy tonight, whatever the consequences.
Picking my sides of the dress by the tips of my fingers, I walked almost gracefully as I could and took a much needed breath before stepping onto the red carpet. Lot of people were walking infront of me, and while some waved, the other reporters who stood on the sides flashed their big, black cameras at them. Well, if only they knew I was one of them too.
I was pretending to be a real estate owner, but my name wasn't changed. Song Ara, the real estate owner. Hmm, it doesn't have a ring to it.
I walked into the huge hallway after another sigh and took in the sight of the luxurious arena and smiling, familiar people. All of them were mostly known faces; there was Du Cha, the reputed actor, Shin Bong-Cha, the biggest TV show host who made her own fortune, and many, many more. All of them were clinking glasses filled with wine while soft music played through the huge speakers. The whole room was filled with chatter and the huge chandeliers and golden vibe of the room made me feel as if I was a princess.
I walked slowly towards one of the round tables covered in white cloth and picked up a glass of wine. The glass reminded me of the incident on the plane and I wondered where the stranger was now; and how he was doing and whether he was still planning on revenge.
I slowly sipped on the wine and I was just reaching for another sip when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and came face to face with a pale skinned man with beautiful hazel eyes, his black bangs tied in braids sticking out which made him look like a Greek god. His mouth was curved into a beautiful gummy smile which was true unlike fake ones, and his hand was outstretched as he introduced himself.
"I'm Min Yoongi, beautiful. Care to dance with me?"
I was happily shocked at the blunt question and that such a handsome man had asked me to dance; but my dumb self shyed away as I whispered out a "I'm sorry." I watched as his face turned sad, his eyes down as he slowly withdrew his hand, and I hastily tried to explain myself. "It's not your fault, it's just I don't dance very well, you shouldn't make a fool of yourself."
