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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The girls of Beorim Orphanage had had one or two encounters with charity, occassionally appearing during the fundraisers Miss Yoon organized, to draw pity from the shriveled up hearts of would-be donors. They'd been successful enough as cute, bright-eyed kids, less so as moody teens, and soon, only Vera and Seulbi had opted to attend the yearly banquet. Seulbi, because, even in her adult years, she was most popular with the guests and could easily compete with the little girls in their pretty princess dresses. Vera, because, well, she wanted to at least be second most popular.
This, though, was their first time standing on the other side of the fence. Queen Charlotte's Annual Ball, which both Shotaro and Sungchan had been invited to, and granted the right to invite others, had not always been a charity event. In the days of old, when monarchy still meant something, it was where young ladies were exposed like prizes, eager to settle down with the most elligible bachelors of the ton. To this day, debutantes still were the main event of the ball, though the focus had shifted to their future in a larger sense, not only as prospective wives.
The charity spin had been given later in the decades, to dodge any accusations of bad taste. It was harder to criticize that which was done for a good cause, even if the money spent on the event itself could certainly have been spent elsewhere. That was what Sara had thought, at least, when she'd been told the girls would be loaned dresses, with delicate bead work and lace that had probably cost a fortune to produce. Hours before the ball would start, they'd been taken to their dress fitting, so that they would be perfect enough to stand in the company of the most important people of the country.
"How do I look?" Seulbi asked eagerly, twirling to show off the train on her dress.
Yuhwa spoke through the lipstick being applied on her. "You look beautiful."
Seulbi squealed at the compliment, shamelessly admiring herself in the mirror. Before Vera could ask the same question, the door to the boudoir opened, and it took a few moments for the girls to recognize the face attached to the navy tuxedo of the person who entered.
"Eunha?" Solhwi said, spinning in her chair despite the brush in her hair.
"Surprise!" Eunha exclaimed, closing the door behind herself with a wide grin. "The plane landed early so we thought we might as well attend."
