I'M (NOT) MARRIED || YUCHAE

THIRTY-ONE

(A/N: no proofread ☹️)
chp. 31

After a few hours of settling in her hotel, Yuna got herself some food before heading out for her schedule. Due to her manager, she had a modelling event in Italy for Armani first, then she'd have dinner with some of the organizers as scheduled.

It was already a busy day to think about, and when she had a slight peek at Kazuha's Ipad, she pursed her lips at the nearly filled calendar. Tomorrow was going to be way busier and Yuna wasn't sure what to think of it.

Soon arriving at the event with Kazuha, she was immediately sent to the backstage, greeted by the makeup artists and general staff. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry, and Yuna didn't realize why until she heard a snippet of the host announcing the start of the event.

Her palms were starting to get sweaty at the thought of walking down the runway in front of many others who she hadn't even met yet, especially in a different country as well.

Plus, Yuna didn't know much Italian, and she always swore to herself that whatever country she ended up visiting, she would at least learn a few phrases.

However, Chaeryeong was in front of her, so could anyone blame her for slacking?

Without even realizing it, she had already retreated to the backstage after a long walk on the runway. Yuna could still feel the beads of sweat on the back of her neck, but her nerves were slowly calming down by each compliment from the staff.

Yes, she was a professional, but even after years of modelling, walking down the runway in front of many significant people was still a big deal to her. The nervousness never faded away despite her experience.

"Can I go for a drink first?" Yuna asked her manager, her gaze fixed on the bar right across from her, settled in the corner. Kazuha shot her a concerned look, but the seriousness of her boss's face had convinced her that this was probably needed.

"Of course, but please do not drink more than three glasses. You have interviews later on," Kazuha replied with a warning tone, reminding the other of her mother.

Yuna nodded and rushed to the bar, desperate for a moment of relaxation or relief. She felt tense with the amount of stares she was getting, plus the pressure to not mess anything up or else it'd go viral on the internet. Being a big shot was not as dreamy as people thought.

After a few gulps of red wine, her attention was caught by two women approaching her. One was taller than the other and seemed to have acted on a surge of confidence, while the other looked like she was only following her just to ensure she didn't do anything wrong.

Yuna's mind immediately darted to Chaeryeong.

"Are you Shin Yuna?" Ah, the famous question that she had grew a dislike toward over the years.

Yuna swallowed her scoff and put up a forced smile, you never know who is who, therefore, she had a plan to keep it professional. "Yes, I am."

"Pleasure to meet you," the taller woman had an Italian accent, Yuna wasn't surprised. "I've heard many things about you."

The flirtatious undertones of the woman's voice hadn't gone unnoticed, but Yuna wished it did. She suddenly felt discomfort when she realized that the Italian woman's eyes were sparkling of desire and a bit of playfulness.