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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Anyone would find it hard to believe that, when Sara and Sangah first met, they did not instantly click together. Quite the opposite, in fact — Sara was an angry, explosive child, and Sangah knew just how to rile her up with pointed jabs, like oil to her fire. The two had argued and fought before they'd been able to laugh like they did today, and not a single member of Beorim's staff had been prepared for their eventual friendship. It had made things significantly worse for them, having those two troublesome girls form a team, but in a way, they'd seen it as a victory. A child's first friendship after arriving at an orphanage meant that, at last, they would find their place.
That place was right by each other's side, in every waking moment. When Sara's older roommate moved out, Sangah took her place, and the girls soon became inseparable. Even adulthood, and its many drifting paths, hadn't managed to pull them apart, and neither had for one second imagined a world without the other. They were the only constant in each other's life, and neither needed to say out loud that they wanted to keep it that way.
This was exactly why Sara was so upset — bored, she would correct — that Sangah was spending all of her time with Eunseok. She understood it, really. According to her hushed whispers and smirks, she had made steady progress with the stone cold heir, and was intent on laying it thick until he would give in. Still, that meant Sara was relegated to the side more often than not, and today was no exception. They'd been strolling through the streets of London in search of an exclusive lounge Shotaro had sung the praises of, just as the evening started to fall. Sangah was walking ahead with Eunseok, pretending to stumble from time to time so their shoulders would touch, and Sara had to admit this: from where she stood, it definitely looked like it was working. She could hardly take her determined friend away from her master plan, especially when it seemed to be going so well.
But things were a little boring without Sangah around to say the most outrageous things. Sara dragged her feet behind the group, trying to find anyone to talk to. Unfortunately, Eunha, her next choice of conversation partner, had yet to come back from Marseille. Yuhwa, too, had been swiftly harpooned by Shotaro, without surprise. Seulbi, Solhwi and Vera always traveled in a group, although Sohee was hovering near them.
