"Joon's Dia"

(Chapter 73: Tasty Treats Festival)

We arrived a few hours before the start of the festival and everyone was making the final adjustments to their booths. When I first moved here the festival was basically a cake and pastry sale that the local old ladies used to do every year to help the children in the orphanage. They claimed that they had been doing it for over twenty years as they learnt from their mothers and their mothers before them. It was like a Woodville Family Tradition. Every mother and daughter would bake a few cakes and pastries and bring them out in the yard of the children's home to sell. When it started to get more popular, they eventually moved to the carpark in the mall.

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They weren't doing too badly but then the owner of the mall sold the building and the new owners wanted a piece of the ladies' profits. They were charging them a mint just to have the festival there. One year they decided to move to another place but they didn't get the high number of sales as like from the previous years.

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When I came and I heard their pleas for getting a central building of their own and also that they wanted to help other charities too, I immediately joined their group. I had just moved in and already bought my land for my own building. When I met the ladies they would call me 'Wild Flower'. They thought I was just like a wild flower that blew in from the wind and I was ready to spread my pollen to produce fruit.

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I blushed because I always remembered Namjoon talking about my smell and how much he loved my blossom fragrance. The few times we were alone in bed, I'd feel and hear him smelling me and even though I thought it was weird at first, I realised that my natural scent drove him wild with passion. Hearing them call me 'Wild Flower' just made my heart ache and I loved those little old ladies even more.

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I helped them by co-signing for the building that they were looking to get and I told them that if they would let me help improve their cake and treats day that they would give me a small fixed percentage and they would get to keep all the profits that they made. They agreed so I suggested that they give it an actual name. We used one of their grandchildren's suggestion when he asked, "Granny are we still having the tasty treats day?" We all smiled when the little tike looked adorable when he asked it and I suggested to add the word 'festival' to make it sound really grand. Hence the name 'Tasty Treats Festival' was born.

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The following year, I suggested that we do it for two days and that it should be done during the Summer Vacation when they had more tourists coming in. That year with the 5% of what they agreed to give to me, I spent it all and a bit of my own money to spruce up the place. We also included other eating businesses to add to the needy pot. We pooled all the money that was made and distributed evenly to each group's charity that way everyone would be happy. That year I also invited a reporter friend from CNN to do a segment on the place. The ratings went up the roof. I made sure though and told my friend not to mention me and to edit anything that had my name on it. She nodded as she knew I liked to remain anonymous with things like these.

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I met Julia on one of my charity works in Africa. There were clinics that were trying to help young girls who went through FGM (Female Genital Mutilation). This was like a female circumcision. This was a tradition where part or the entire genital area would be removed. This practice was totally barbaric as there was no real medical reason for doing it. It was basically a way to control the girls urges so they wouldn't experience any pleasure during their sexual interactions. Julia was a reporter doing a segment for CNN and we clicked. She liked the work I was doing but I told her that I couldn't be seen as I didn't want Dom knowing that I was doing things like this. I actually used Dom as the excuse and not the fact that I was trying to hide from a particular South Korean National. Julia was obedient and purposely left out the fact that I was putting in thousands of dollars towards the work being done at the clinic. She wrote that it was donated anonymously.