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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"LINA! YOU'RE GORGEOUS!" Emma wrapped her arms around me and jumped. Then, she did the same to Rachel, the two of them squealing.
I ran a hand down my curly bob, styled in waves, mouth parted. Fortunately, because of the healing process I underwent, the bruises disappeared. And the contacts were slightly uncomfortable, but not having glasses slide down and up my face every time I bobbed my head made me feel a bit more like Sohee.
I didn't even know how to describe it, but my heart swelled with a sort of emotion because there were people here, helping me without a need for a paycheck, and being happy for me, too.
"Hey," I started before I got more emotional. "Thanks. For helping me get ready, I mean. I couldn't have done it without you guys."
Emma threw her arms around me, and said, "What are friends for?"
Rachel wiped a fake tear away. "I can't believe Imo isn't here.
"Was she mad that she couldn't make it?"
"Mad didn't even describe it. She was practically fuming that no one warned her when Andrew asked for her blessing earlier. The day of. But to be fair, he got your dad's a few days ago."
"I bet she tried to close the restaurant down without warning," Emma chuckled.
"Yup. And she tried to get Andrew to replace her for a few hours, but luckily, your Dad saved the day."
I smiled as I recalled my dad patting my shoulder and winking this morning. So that's what he meant.
"But Imo won't miss out because I'll make sure to take plenty of photos of the two of you," Rachel said. Not that it mattered to me—I was fine with posing.
"How formal is this date?" I muttered as we stepped out of the house, and across the lawn to Andrew's. The heels I wore planted itself in the grass, and I had to tread on my toes, careful not to rip the floral embroidered black dress that came down to my ankles. After wearing baggy clothes for so long, dresses didn't feel like a second skin as much.
"Formal formal, from what he said." Rachel shot me an apologetic glance. "Sorry. I know it's out of your league, so..." Fishing out a key, she handed it to me. "It's the bakery. Even if you don't want to bake, there'll be some ramen and desserts there for you to munch on, if all else fails."
"Thanks, Rachel."
"No problem. Make sure to gloat for me, if it turns out the way I suspect." She rung the doorbell.
When the door opened, my breath caught in my throat. Andrew. In black dress pants and a white shirt tucked in, bangs parted and slicked back, framing his forehead and wide eyes. But it was the blazer, coordinated with his pants and tight around him that caused me to flush slightly. It framed his muscles and whenever he moved, his biceps had to flex.
Making contact with his eyes, I forced myself to resist melting under their warmth of his gaze as he glanced at what I wore.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer to me. Emma's last whispered words flashed in my mind: "And I'm pretty sure he likes you too. Maybe if you tell him the truth, you'll realize that he's falling in love with you and not Lina."
