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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September 8th, 2025
Paris, France
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The sun had already set when the plane landed in the city of love, but even the darkness of the night did not stop the group of friends from visiting the town. It did stop them from enjoying the sights, though, its distinctive architecture cloaked in shadows. They'd caught a brief glimpse of the illuminated Eiffel Tower from afar, but the rising hunger within the group had stopped them from going any closer.
Now came the hunt for a restaurant, and the ever animated district of Le Marais had a plethora to offer. So many, in fact, that the group had been roaming the streets for just a little too long, struggling to settle on one. This time, Solhwi had taken the lead, an unmistakable pep in her step as she scanned every menu she came across. It seemed her sour mood from the flight had promptly evaporated once she'd stepped foot into the city she'd dreamed so much of. That, and she'd been looking forward to eating at an authentic French restaurant for nearly all her life.
"This one," she said, stopping in front of a sleek, minimalist storefront. "I've heard so much about it. Three stars on the Michelin."
Vera pinched her lips together, craning her neck to see through the large windows of the restaurants. "We might need a reservation, though."
"No worries," Sungchan hurried to add, donning his usual smile. "My name will do just fine. I've been here before."
Being the son of a minister of tourism came with its perks, Solhwi imagined. Far be it from her to criticize the privilege — if it meant she could eat in such a renowned restaurant, she was all too willing to take advantage of it.
As the group slowly filtered through the large glass doors, Yuhwa remained at the end of the herd, counting heads to make sure no one had gotten lost in the darkness. She was only missing one person when a hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her away from the door just as she prepared to step through it. Her heart leapt to her throat, and she nearly let out a scream, until she turned to see her assailant, who wasn't much of one at all.
Shotaro wore a smile on his face, easy and light like he always did, his eyes glinting with mischief she was tempted to attribute to the street lamps around them. She was too stunned to resist when he pulled her some more, leading her off the sidewalk, and away from the restaurant.
