a group of orphaned girls, down on their luck, infiltrate high society in order to live the high life. but the socialites they're trying to trick may very well find a place in their hearts.
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This was ridiculous, and everyone knew it. Even if they somehow managed to sneak into the art auction undetected and played the part of wealthy women convincingly enough, chances were their only reward would be a free cocktail or two. To even think they might catch the eye of anyone, let alone anyone both important and generous enough to change their lives, was pure delusion.
And yet, that did not stop Sara from standing there with her friends, at the back entrance of the auction house. A large, red fire door stood closed before them, reading "employees only" in bold, white letters. All they could do now was wait for Jiung, who had told them to meet him there, without drawing attention to themselves. As it were, not a single other soul was on this parking lot reserved for employees. Sara was not all that enthusiastic about having to knock out a witness, but she would, if she had to.
After a few minutes of anxious wait, during which none of the girls dared make a sound, the heavy door creaked open. Sara clenched her hands into fists, praying it was not another employee stepping out for a smoking break. She had never been so happy to see Jiung — the outfit he wore was nothing like the one he wore at the bar she always found him at, she noticed immediately. In fact, he was even wearing a black silk bowtie, which Sara would have definitely teased him about were it not for the immense favor he was doing them. As soon as he spotted them, he wordlessly gestured for them to come closer, and they obliged on the tip of their toes, as if the smallest sound would set off a bomb.
"Okay," Jiung started as a whisper, instead of a greeting, "as soon as you walk through this door, don't talk. No one should see us, but they might hear."
The girls nodded soundlessly, as if they were back in elementary school, and Jiung was their teacher giving them instructions. The thought almost ripped a chuckle from Sara's mouth; Jiung would not make a good teacher.
He craned his head around to inspect them all. "Cute outfits, by the way."
"Thank you," Sara replied, matching his whisper. "Not for the outfits. For helping us with this."
"No problem. Just don't make any trouble once you're in here, and they won't have a reason to check the guest list." A teasing smile hung at the edge of his lips, and he raised his index finger. "'Cause if they do, I might just get fired."
