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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Sangah wouldn’t have missed the Democratic Party's anniversary for anything. Politics, although a more risky endeavor, were filled with opportunities simple celebrities just couldn’t offer. There was real power there, an influence that could create as easily as it destroyed, and Sangah was determined to find herself on the right side of it. That, and she'd heard echoes through the grapevine — from Heeseung's parts in the company, really — that a certain CEO she'd drawn a target on would also attend to show his support. This was an important event, perhaps the most important, and she needed to surround herself well.
That part hadn't gone quite as well. Of course, she'd asked Sara to come too, if only because having her around always made her feel twice as confident. But the girl had already refused Sungchan's invitation, and was not at all into the idea of being surrounded by politicians. Her next bet had been Eunha, whose initial cover-up story had had her play the daughter of a politician, but the girl had swiftly shifted to another path — namely, that of an influencer. And a university student too, as it were. As for Vera, whose chameleon abilities always struck Sangah as useful, she'd preferred giving her time to rehearsals for the choir she'd just been accepted into. It was a good reason to bail on this, but it still ticked Sangah off.
The team she'd assembled in the end was hardly the team she'd dreamed of. Seulbi had volunteered to come, convinced it would be fun. Sangah had told her many times she most likely would find it boring, but Seulbi had held strong and, like always, had not left her another option. She'd been so excited about the idea that she'd even enrolled Solhwi into coming, using the argument of a (probable) buffet she could enjoy, instead of the leftovers they'd had to eat all week. Of course, Yuhwa had been the last to add herself to the group, in an effort to keep an eye on them and, if needed, keep them out of trouble. Although Sangah hardly liked to be watched over, it at least meant she wouldn’t have to worry about her two less responsible friends, and she could run wild on her own.
It was not an extravagant party: politics called for a certain sobriety, if they wanted their message to come across as genuine. Indulging in luxuries while claiming to fight for the poor and underprivileged was not a great look — although everyone knew perfectly well it was exactly what happened, once the curtains were drawn. Sungchan's station at the entrance, welcoming guests, probably had everything to do with that. How humble for the son of the minister of tourism to be personally greeting the common people, was probably the thought meant to be ellicited by the gesture. Sangah was above falling for such obvious tactics.
