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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When Shotaro had asked Yuhwa, after dinner, to take a walk in the streets of Paris with him, she'd hesitated. Although the city was striking at night, bathed in lights and still animated with laughter, she would have much rather gone back to her hotel room, if only to avoid him. Every time she was alone with him, it was as if her self-control cracked, unable to stay firm when faced with Shotaro's contagious joie de vivre, and his disarming candor. No, Yuhwa was always scared she would say the wrong thing, let him come a little too close, and see her walls crumble down.
Perhaps that was the exact reason Sangah had pushed her to accept, shooting down each of her protests as soon as they were uttered. And in the end, Sangah always won, especially when teaming up with someone like Shotaro. Yuhwa was defeated, and here she was now, strolling by his side, her heart in her throat. The walk was quiet, serene, only the loud conversations from nearby terraces breaking the silence, and Yuhwa would've liked to keep it that way. Shotaro had not taken her arm, let alone her hand, content to match her pace, their shoulders bumping into one another from time to time, when the crowd got thicker. And every single time, Yuhwa's breath would hitch.
To keep her mind off this, she'd opted to direct her thoughts back to the hotel, where her friends had gone back without her. Just like every time she thought about her friends, an uneasy feeling took over, crawling in her stomach. The truth was, she wasn’t sure who she was most worried about. Seulbi, Vera and Solhwi never sought trouble, but when it found them, Yuhwa always had to fly to their rescue. Eunha, Sara and Sangah, on the other hand, were far more independent, sometimes to a fault, getting themselves in situations Yuhwa could hardly find solutions for. A combination of the two...
"I hope they're all okay back at the hotel," she murmured to herself, rubbing her hands together for warmth.
Shotaro laughed. "Come on, they're adults, not kids. They'll be fine."
But that was hardly enough to calm her nerves. If anything, Sangah's schemes had only gotten riskier with adulthood, a whole new world opening itself to her. Had she still been the difficult, but manageable teenage girl Yuhwa had known, she surely would have worried less. Not that that had been true back then — even younger, Yuhwa had found herself worrying for her peers far more than the orphanage staff even had.
