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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Some friends were easy to convince, some were a little harder, but there was something Seulbi was sure of: she would always get what she wanted in the end. Armed with her most convincing arguments and her long fluttering lashes, she'd achieved the feat of bringing her entire group of friends to the party Wonbin's ex manager had invited her to. Granted, Sangah had been a freebie. Eunha too, eager to get drunk for the first time in a while. The rest had taken a bit more effort, but Seulbi knew exactly how to get people where she wanted them. An appeal to Yuhwa's responsibility, an exaggerated enthusiasm to rope Vera in, and here they were, standing in front of a villa that looked like it came straight from a movie.
The girls stood in silence in front of the grand front doors for what felt like an eternity, admiring and observing the house like they'd built it themselves. It couldn’t have been older than the current century, all sharp angles and flat roofs and windows so large the walls looked like they were made of glass. Easily bigger than their entire building, this villa a simple manager apparently lived in must have cost more money than they could even imagine.
"Hmm..." Sangah tapped her chin, her eyes narrowed. "I can tell there's going to be a bunch of interesting people here. Good job, Seulbi."
She turned to the girl with a triumphant smile, and gently patted her shoulder. In response, Seulbi beamed up at her and nodded, proud to have officially been made Sangah's disciple. After all, Seulbi was not a useless baby, and she hoped she'd proven it adequately. She, too, could pull her weight and bring worthwhile opportunities to the group. That was the only reason she'd even accepted to come tonight, really. A sleepover spent braiding each other's hair sounded a lot more fun than this.
The music booming from the inside of the villa finally coaxed the girls into walking in. A large entrance hall greeted them, luxurious and covered in rich marble flooring, yet a little empty. For some reason, the rich never seemed to know what to do with their large spaces, always keeping the (not very tasteful) decoration to a puzzling minimum. The large mirrors plastered on the walls did not help with that impression — they made the room look even bigger, and by extension even emptier, until it looked like a museum. One without much art to look at, though.
