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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In a room so small, not a sound could go unnoticed. Not the nervous tapping of Vera's feet on the hardwood floor. Not the shuffling of Sara's body against the creaky leather couch. Least of all, the stiff bend of the card between Yuhwa's fingers, as she spun it endlessly, her eyes glossing over as they stared into nothing.
They had been sitting there for over ten minutes now, all in complete silence, an unspoken question hanging in the air above them. It had all been provoked by the faint buzzing of Yuhwa's phone, a response to an inquiry she'd made to her newfound contact, with more hesitation than she'd ever felt.
An address. A time. A friendly emoticon that felt frankly out of place whenever her eyes darted back to the clean typography on his—business?—card.
A portal into a new world.
Yuhwa had written Sangah's plan off since she'd first heard it. There was no need to imagine what would happen next then, when she was so sure they would never reach that stage. She'd been proven wrong, and now, the path ahead seemed full of questions and doubts, a treacherous one to tread, especially without thought.
And so, they had all opted to think. To talk about it. To make their decision together. Yet no one really dared take the first step. Point out the elephant in the room and bring it to the center.
But Vera could never stand silence for very long. "So..." she started softly, and the sound of her voice nearly made her friends jump in terror. "Are we going?"
As if she'd recited a forbidden spell, all the air was snuffed out of the room. Yuhwa's fingers stilled, the card standing static, its contents laid out for all to see. Sangah, on the other hand, straightened up and lifted her chin, having finally been given the in she needed.
"Of course," she said, her eyes flitting to Yuhwa. "This is our chance to make some rich friends. Even better if they're half drunk."
People like these were already prone to bad decisions when sober, the push of alcohol would only make the task easier. Sangah could not have hoped for a better opportunity, and she was certainly not willing to let her friends squander it with their hesitation.
