𝐋𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚|𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐨 (𝟏𝟖+)

04

Jisoo

By the time six pm rolls around, I'm in my room composing some music for an orchestra night, my talk with Teahyung still fresh in my mind.

I needed to tone it down.

And according to Tae, I was far too overdramatic to know how to do that.

But I was going to prove him wrong.

"Miss Veronica?" Comes a voice from my open bedroom door.

"Jisoo." I correct, turning towards Divya, one of the house maids who stands at my door. "Just call me Jisoo."

She nods and I watch the tension pour off of her
as her posture relaxes. "Dinner's ready."

Divya was relatively young, about my age. Which was probably why I felt so comfortable around her. "Where is Lalisa... and Rosé?" I add after realizing that it'd be weird for me to be so curious about just Lalisa's whereabouts.

"They will be joining. Ms. Manoban only ever misses a family dinner when she's away on business."

"Perfect. Thanks!" I beam up at her, my mood instantly lifting as I jump up and follow after her.

"Does my hair look okay?" I suddenly ask, realizing that in my fit of excitement, I didn't think to look in a mirror.

Divya tilts her head at me. "I don't think there's a single hair out of place."

I don't know how to interpret that, but I still send her a thankful smile before she turns towards the kitchen with a satisfied nod while I continue down the hall towards the dining room.

I straighten a hand down my outfit that consists of a vintage corset type top and a pair of light washed jeans.

Nothing special, and I worry that it's not cute enough as I make my way towards my seat next to Rosé and adjacent from the head of the table.

The head of the table where Lalisa sat.

I had thought myself lucky to have a seat so close to A
Lalisa, but I a quick look at the empty chair on the other side of lalisa tells me that no one liked to sit next to the boss.

I wonder why.

I greet Rosé with a peck on her cheek, pushing down the little voice in my head that wants to greet Lalisa the same and instead, ignore her broad figure in a perfectly fitted white dress shirt, sitting at her chair, her attention focused on her phone.

It isn't until I take my seat that the woman finally turns her head, acknowledging my presence. And when she does, she merely sends me a nod, her face blank and I can tell even that action is forced.

I don't bother with a response, preoccupying myself with scooping food into my plate. I glance around the rest of the long table.

The table was far too large to be intimate, which explained why everyone was lost in conversation with the people near them.

I tune out Rosé conversation and begin eating my rigatoni, my corner of the table completely silent and it has everything to do with the Italian woman next to me.

That is until I decide to break it.

"Hey." I turn towards Lalisa, swallowing the bite of my food and send her a small reserved smile. "I'm sorry about this morning." Her attention moves up to me from her phone, and she raises a brow, urging me to continue, and I do.

"It's just that -" I set my utensils down and angle my body towards her. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't really have a good sense of boundaries. And I think I just got so excited because I finally felt comfortable around someone other than Rosé for the first time since..." I look down at my lap, my voice cracking.