Y/N's POV
I went inside and sat at a table overlooking the sea. A waiter appeared immediately, greeting me in fluent English, and vanished equally as fast, leaving the menu. Leafing through it, thinking of what to have, wondering if there were some foods I shouldn't have in my state, I finally settled on what seemed the safest pick—a pizza.
I pulled my legs to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, my phone in my hands. I needed to talk to Mom. In any other circumstances, she would have been the first person I would have called with the happy news. Not this time, though. The news was anything but happy, and I would need to own up to all the lies I had told her, probably breaking her heart in the process.
When I was finished with the pizza and a glass of juice, I passed the waiter my credit card, not even bothering to look at him. My eyes were focused on the sea, nearly black by now.
"I'm so sorry, Miss" he said. "I didn't recognize you with that hair." I turned my head, shooting the man a glance, a silent question in my eyes.
The young waiter was standing at attention by my table, the credit card lying in his outstretched, shaky hands.
"Wait a minute. What do you mean?"
"We have your photograph. Mr Park's men sent it to us. You're supposed to be a VIP guest. Please accept my apologies. You don't have to pay for anything."
"Okay. One more tomato juice, then," I said, turning back toward the dark sea.
The thought of returning to the mansion and seeing the Man in Black made my stomach cramp.
The next hour passed quickly. It was time to go back home and get some sleep. Stela would be here tomorrow, and everything would be better. I would be able to cry as much as I'd like.
"I can see you're bored. Allow me to keep you company." A young, dark-haired man took the seat next to mine. "I heard you talking to the waiter. Where are you from?"
I sent the man an angry, frustrated look. "I'm not in the mood for company."
"Nobody is when they want to be alone. Sometimes, though, it's better to spill your problems on someone you don't know. That way, you don't have to be afraid of being judged. Plus, it'll be a relief. Trust me."
That won him a small smile, but also did nothing to dispel my anger. "I get it. Trying to hit on me, playing the easygoing friendly guy. Well, first of all, I really want to be alone right now. And second—you can get in trouble just by sitting next to me, so you trust me, so go annoy someone else.''
The man wouldn't back down, instead sliding his chair closer to mine.
"You know what I think?"
I didn't give a shit, to be honest, but I knew he wouldn't shut up anyway.
"I think the guy you're thinking about doesn't deserve you."
I cut in, not allowing him to continue. "I'm thinking about the fact that I'm pregnant and about to get married on Saturday, so get your ass up and check if you're not needed at the bar."
"Pregnant?" I heard a voice from behind.
The dark-haired guy jumped to his feet as if his ass were on fire. Jimin took his place.
My heart was racing as he drilled me with those big black eyes of his. I caught my breath and spun around, looking over the sea, just to avoid eye contact. "What was I supposed to tell him? That you'll kill him? It's easier to lie. And safer. What are you doing here, by the way?"
"I came to have dinner."
"No food left in the fridge at home?"
"You weren't there, and I was missing you. Besides, I'm leaving tomorrow. I wanted to say goodbye."
