A model with a heart of money and an executive whose only matters regard his business. In light of scandals and a dazed stare among stars, can they make it to victory, and regain confidence in what was lost? Or will it fall apart at the hems of her...
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๑ DEFINED BY BODY, NOT BY FEELING.
crimson moonlight ✧ chapter 03
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Tonight's the night. My makeup artist applies the crimson lip tint that Soobin gave us, eyes cloaked in dark mascara and red eyeshadow. Soobin gave me a long gown that was white at the top and flourished into red at the bottom, covering my feet just enough to only see the tall, white pumps he provided. He must've noticed I preferred natural pearls to sixteen-karat diamonds, providing me with accessories that complement the outfit and myself. As Ms. Hwang finishes, I snap a picture of the rings with the end of the dress, saving it to post later.
"I'll step out for a moment. If you need me, please call," I nod, smiling softly. Ms. Hwang quickly walks away, leaving my dressing room. I sit there quietly, waiting for some kind of cue to get out on the floor, but none comes. So, I stand up, looking at the table with various snacks. My stomach hammers for me to eat one, but I can't bring myself to. What would people say? What would outsiders think if they saw me devouring a single treat? I'd be sick of myself–I can't even think of what would happen.
However, the snack calls me, so, turning to the door briefly, I check to see if Ms. Hwang came back in. With a moment to spare, I pick up the two-pack of cookies, unraveling the wrapper quickly and shoving both into my mouth. The crunch of the cookies gave me relief, my tongue enjoying the sweet dessert. After a few minutes of chewing, I clean my mouth with a tissue, heading to the door to look for Ms. Hwang so we can finish our final touches on my outfit.
What I didn't expect to find was her right outside the door, laughing mercilessly to the person on the phone. "I'm serious, she's the most impudent woman I've ever met. She has no feelings for others, just money! That's all she ever cares about. Seriously, Kwon Sora... she's only a pretty face. Hell, they just like her because they make money off her. I hate her."
I swallow my words, quietly closing the door. I head back to the mirror, staring at every feature that crosses my sight. From red eyeshadow to deep mascara, to thin cheeks, to rosy lips, and a curved body. From outside to inside, from happiness to beyond sadness. To think that Ms. Hwang even had any good feelings toward me was a stretch– I should've known by all our conversations that it was one-sided.
