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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Sara had never particularly enjoyed job interviews, but this one had to have been the worst by far. As soon as the interviewer's attention had so much as wavered for more than one second, she'd taken the opportunity to run out the door. Grumbling and muttering to herself, she stepped out onto the street, a dull headache banging at her temples.
"Unpaid internship my ass," she groaned, shaking her head.
The job offer listed on the internet hadn’t been for an internship at all, let alone an unpaid one. Yet when she'd shown her face to the interview, all of a sudden, the job she was looking to apply for had mysteriously been filled internally. Sara was not stupid — she knew damn well why they'd felt so comfortable looking down on her. She had to admit she did not have the odds in her favor when it came to the South Korean job market. Being an orphan already brought its fair share of trouble for her friends, add to that her being a foreigner, from Southeast Asia to top it all off, and she was undeniably at the bottom of the ladder.
She had thought she'd gotten used to that harsh reality years ago, but their new situation had certainly revived the pain and picked at old scabs. Now, she needed to inform her desperate friends of her fifth failed job interview of the week. The prospect was so unappealing that she dragged her feet through the streets, hoping to make her walk to the jjokbang as long as possible.
Her attention was pulled by the faint sound of music coming from the other side of the street, and sparse cheers through a crowd. She soon discovered why: a group of young girls had taken residence in the plaza near the shopping center, and were dancing their hearts out for their small, but enthusiastic audience. An open box sat in front of them, waiting for tips, with a pink and bubbly sign she couldn’t quite read from where she stood.
For the first time in what felt like years, Sara felt a smile tug at her lips. She remembered them like it was yesterday, her days busking in any mildly populated street of Seoul. It had never been very lucrative, and it sometimes brought her more trouble than she liked, but she couldn’t help but look back on them fondly. Sara had scarcely been allowed to dance since they had moved out of the orphanage. Their living room was certainly too small for any large movements, and any downstairs neighbors would quickly get tired of it. She missed it, she only realized then.
