"Mom, where's the food?" Serin shouted, dropping onto the couch with a dramatic sigh as her thumb scrolled through her phone
"Make it yourself if you're so hungry!" her mom's voice echoed from somewhere deep inside the house
"But it's almost lunchtime! Won't you cook anything?" she complained, her brows furrowing
"And why should I? You have hands; use them"
"Ugh, I was at the hospital last night!" Serin shot back, clearly offended "Have you no compassion for your daughter?"
"Oh, please. Two stitches on the side of your head? Stop being a baby," her mom called, rolling her eyes audibly in her tone
Serin groaned, clutching her head dramatically "It hurts, though"
"Child, if you don't quit bothering me, I'll show you what real hurt is"
"Don't call me that—I'm not a child"
"Then go find yourself a husband and move out of my house already," her mom retorted
"I'm trying!" Serin huffed, stamping her foot "But Minho hasn't called me yet"
"Minho? That guy from the hospital?"
"Yeah," Serin sighed, pouting as she sank back into the couch "He's so sweet...and cute. I hope he calls"
Her mom paused, considering "If he doesn't check on you after an injury, maybe he's not that sweet"
"Maybe he's just busy"
"It's Saturday," her mom said with a smirk
Serin frowned, fiddling with her phone "He was in a suit last night. He must be someone important"
"That would be nice. You should marry rich, save me from paying your bills"
"Again—I'm trying!" Serin muttered under her breath
Her mom snorted "Well, try harder. You're almost 26, you should either be married by now or at least have a job. Do you know how expensive it is to support you?"
"Sounds like you should have married rich, then," Serin quipped, a teasing smile playing at her lips
"Watch your mouth brat and shut up, I'm trying to focus"
"What are you doing?"
Curious, Serin got up and followed the sound of her voice, finding her mom hunched over a small desk lamp, carefully painting flowers on her nails with a thin brush. The scent of nail polish was thick in the air, vibrant jars of polish scattered on the table in a rainbow of colors.
"Why are you painting your nails now?" Serin asked, leaning over her mom's shoulder
"I have a date with that shop owner tonight," her mom said, carefully detailing a flower "I want my hands to look nice so it will entice him to propose to me"
Serin laughed "It's your first date. He's not going to propose right away"
"He might if I play my cards right," her mom smirked "Women with looks like ours just need to know how to play the game"
"Then why are we both still single and broke?"
Her mom shot her a look "I own my house, my car, and pay your bills. I'm not broke. You, on the other hand, are broke because you're lazy"
Serin snorted "Then why do you want to marry rich?"
"Just because I have money doesn't mean I don't want more. Besides, hard work gives you wrinkles"
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Maze of the Heart
Storie d'amoreYonghwa's world revolves around her best friend, Minho, who has been by her side through thick and thin. For years, she has hidden her true feelings for him, afraid to risk their deep bond. And just as she finally build up the courage to confess, so...
