Getting a second chance at life isn't exactly as enchanting as it seems.
Sohee Young, who lived life like the callous person she was, dies. She gets another chance to live life correctly though, and that is by swapping lives with Lina Park, who die...
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"OH NO," EMMA groaned as we walked out of Lush hauled with cosmetics added to the shopping cart we hauled around. "Your parents are going to kill me."
"Why would my parents kill you? I didn't spend your credit card."
"Sohee," she hissed. "If you forgot, we're normal people, and you're currently in debt. Which means, no unlimited black credit card."
"It's only $100 dollars," I muttered, but glanced back at lotions, facial masks, and bath bombs behind me. I hadn't meant to shop this much, planning to end it with the additional $173 and some cents debt we were in after walking out of Nordstrom. But while we ate in the food court, some idiot turned on the channel I didn't want to see—the latest, Korean styled variety TV show Lina had entered. Just watching her stumble to get across the finish line, half heartedly, sent a rush of anger through me.
"Only!" She screeched. "Money doesn't fall from the sky! I brought you here thinking you'd spend, like, $10! Not multiplied by ten!"
My eyes narrowed. "Are you seriously judging me for releasing stress this way? I thought friends were supposed to be supportive."
I didn't even wait to hear her response, walking into the nearest department store without reading the blue, glowing sign above. The rattling cart, sounding like a broken train, followed. Heading directly to the women's clothing section, my hands glided over the rack, trying not to acknowledge the tightness in my chest.
I had a concept of saving. But whenever my father and I got in an argument, I retaliated by trying to scrape off what he earned, which meant whipping out his credit card on every store. He'd never stopped me when I fished out his card in his study, either. I could never tell whether he turned a blind eye to rouse my anger or because he genuinely didn't care.
Not a great idea now though, considering that I had not so rich parents and a limited credit card.
Emma huffed. In return, I grabbed three crop tops and draped them over my arm. "I'm trying to be as supportive as I can be right now, but you're making it hard! I can't believe you're spending Lina's parent's money like that! They're so sweet to you, and Andrew was the one that messed up. Why are you repaying them this way?"
Another shirt added to the cart—I didn't glance at it, either.
"Oh, so now you're mad at me?" She snatched the shirt in the cart and put it back. "Come on, Sohee. I literally let you speed with my beat up car, and this is how you act?"
Like I had to return something to her for her kindness.
"You're usually not this sensitive," I snapped and turned to face her. "What, does Philip work here or something?"
"You—you!" Emma sputtered. "You're pushing people around like we're you're servants! You know what? Have fun shopping on your own."
My lips tightened as I watched Emma shove the cart towards my direction and stalk off towards the fitting room. She'd come back, right? I forced myself to return to the clothes, slamming the racks against each other.
