No, no, no. This cannot be happening right now.
She cannot be blushing over anyone but the man she is to marry in a month. Let alone that overly-sarcastic and cheeky wedding planner...
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A month ago, on a rainy night, when she had said 'yes' to Jong-in, she had no idea what kind of a turmoil she would have to endure. Which made her wonder, would she still have said 'yes'?
Probably no.
It was nothing short of celebrity treatment she had been getting ever since. She didn't even get a second to breathe properly in the first week after the proposal. There were disliked relatives, unwanted students and old, forgotten friends who were keen on hearing the 'full story'. Jennie found it incredulous how people suddenly jumped back into her life. People, who she found her life to be much more peaceful without.
She had to pretend to be exited every time she recited the same story and held herself back from laughing out loud hearing the "awww's" which she received in return. It was nauseating. Because like most things in the world, Jennie hated weddings. Not exactly what is stood for, but the chaos and problems it brought along.
And now, as she walked down the stone-paved street, looking for an overpriced wedding planner who probably would contribute nothing to the wedding, she felt her stomach churn.
Jennie had her likes and dislikes sorted from the moment she was born, and no one knew her better than she herself did. Then why in the world did they need a 'wedding planner'? The entire idea was stupid. But due to her soon-to-be 'mother', whom she was not very fond of, insisting that it was the bare minimum compared to how everyone else was getting married these days, she had no choice but to comply.
"So, this is it huh?" Jennie sighed to herself. Standing in front of a big wooden door with a bunch of ivy's hanging over it and tulips kept in neat pastel-colored pots.
Checking the address, she had noted down on a piece of paper, she looked beside the door and spotted a pet store with the name, Four-Footed Friends.
"Corny as fuck," she remarked and confirmed that this was the destination. The street was pretty much empty with almost no one in site. She walked towards the door and pressed a switch which she presumed would be the bell. It was the bell... Well kind of.
Deafening sirens started ringing. Was that a fire alarm or something? Jennie dropped the fabric samples she had bought an hour ago and covered her ears. Was she supposed to run? Should she scream? Should she get on her knees and apologies? She wasn't sure what to do.
She looked around the street, expecting people to be running around in panic, or screaming or literally anything contrary to what she saw.
It was as if there was no horribly loud siren going off. Jennie wondered if her head had reeled. But there was no chance, she's an extremely competent worker. She could see some people inside stores, there weren't a lot but atleast a handful. Why weren't they coming out? They all looked perfectly calm.
"Hello?" She yelled over the noise, "Excuse me??" Running up to the pet store nearby, she banged on the glass door. It looked like the man inside was asleep. Or more likely dead. The noise was earsplitting.
Suddenly, the sirens stopped.
The big wooden door swung open revealing a lady who quickly looked towards Jennie's direction and waved her paint-stained hands towards her.
She quickly scurried back towards the gate; confusion visible on her face. The woman, standing outside the door had a sort of teasing smile on her face.
