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𝐋𝚰𝐋𝐘'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
"Sofi, baby, come down!" I called out to my 10-year-old sister, who seemed to be running late for her first day at her new school.
Today marked a significant milestone for both of us. I had finally secured a position at Seraphic Styles, the most prestigious fashion brand in Korea—a brand that had taken the world by storm with its glamour and authenticity.
Designing has always been more than just a career for me; it's a passion that has fueled my dreams for as long as I can remember. The thrill of creating a new design, of bringing a vision to life through intricate fabrics and innovative patterns, is unparalleled. To be recognized as a fashion designer at Seraphic Styles is the culmination of years of hard work, late nights, and endless perseverance.
"Come down, baby, or your sister's going to panic and faint right away," my father called out, his voice carrying a smug tone laced with humor.
I rolled my eyes as I placed his green tea on the table. "No, Lils, I don't want this sour tea again. Can you make hot chocolate for me, my pretty daughter?" My father—a baby in a big body—grumbled, pushing his lips out in a pout. Who'd believe this man is 56?
"No, Dada. The doctor restricted you from consuming sweets. You know it's harmful to you," I sighed, watching as he looked down at his cup with a grumpy expression, making me chuckle softly.
"That doctor doesn’t even know me. I was the Commander-in-Chief of Korea. I was one of the army men who protected this country, and now this mere doctor is trying to control my diet, huh?" he mumbled while reading his newspaper.
That's right—he was the Commander-in-Chief, but he was shot in the chest and had to undergo four surgeries. They were quite difficult. Sofi was 7 years old, and I was 18—still naive and struggling to cope with everything. But I did my best, with the help of Mr. Jeon, a considerate man who trusted me with his child and helped us financially.
I miss Ju; he's such an adorable, respectful child, just like his father.
"Lilsssss! I don't know how to tie it! Help me! Help me!" Here comes the little devil.
"So that's why you weren't able to come down, Miss Sofi?" I chuckled as she looked at me with a tense expression, her collar quite messed up, and the tie in disarray.
She quickly jumped closer to me, nodding with a frown. "Oh, little bug, come here. Let me fix your tie so your new friends won't call you a weirdo," I laughed aloud while she whined, stomping her feet.
Soon, the school bus approached. I grabbed Sofi's bag and handed her a healthy brown bread sandwich with veggies in it. She scrunched her face at the sight of it, but when I glared at her, she quietly took a bite. Dada kissed her forehead and gently caressed her head. "Be careful, and if anyone annoys or troubles you, remember, Pops is here," he said affectionately, a sigh escaping his lips.
