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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Seulbi had not woken up wanting to go to the Louvre — she'd been forced to. In fact, had it been up to her, she would have lounged in her bed until two in the afternoon, and pumped herself full of aspirin if only to soothe the ringing in her ears. She'd spent too much of her night leaning over a toilet, and not enough of it sleeping, to hope to have a productive day.
Unfortunately, Yuhwa, who had been tasked with holding her hair back for much of that night, had thought different. Maybe it was to teach her a lesson, or because she wanted to keep a close eye on her, but she'd insisted on taking her to the most famous museum of Paris, as if Seulbi was in the mood to appreciate art right now. Even the fresh air of morning was hard to stomach.
Being stuck in a long line in front of one of its doors didn't help either. With every movement of the crowd, Seulbi felt her stomach rise, and she had to look into the horizon to stop her vision from spinning uncontrollably.
And yet, she still felt it, when Wonbin slipped next to her.
"Hey. Hungover?" he asked softly, yet still too loud for her poor little ears.
It took every ounce of strength in her feeble body to turn her head towards him without throwing up the one toast she'd been able to stomach for breakfast. At least, his face was a sight for sore eyes, an instant cure for her nausea.
Until the stress set in — why was he talking to her? He rarely did that.
"Oh, um, no, I'm fine," she murmured, her throat still dry.
She tried to hide her puffy eyes behind strands of her hair, acutely aware of how easily they betrayed the lie she'd just told. It was a little too late in the year to blame allergies, and a little too early to blame colds. Maybe she could say she'd been stung by a bee, if only to avoid embarrassing herself in front of her idol.
Little did she know.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, a chuckle on his lips. "I was there, you know? Almost thought my agent would throw you out."
"Ugh..." She reached for her face, hoping her hands would swallow her whole. "I'm sorry..."
Now she'd done it: she'd made herself look like a complete fool in his eyes, and he would never look at her in any other way. It wasn't like she was trying to impress or seduce him, but... She'd at least hoped he would find her pleasant. Nice. That shouldn’t have been too much to ask for, right?
