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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December 14th, 2025
Gstaad, Switzerland
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Every inch of the city of Las Vegas had been covered in buildings, signs, people, devoid of a single place to rest the eyes.
Gstaad was the complete opposite. As soon as the group had driven up to Eunseok's chalet in the mountains, their environment had transformed into a large expanse of white, snow covering every sign of life as far as the eye could see. Although it snowed a fair amount in Seoul every winter, it had been a while since the girls had seen so much of it. Even the pine trees had been rendered to nothing more than tall, shapeless lumps of white, deep green needles peeking through at the smallest gust of wind.
Getting everyone to focus on visiting the chalet when there was so much to do outside had been a tough task. The bedrooms had quickly been attributed, and the baggage left half unpacked, when Eunha suggested a snowball fight. The girls had done quite a few of those back at the orphanage, although Miss Yoon always complained they would come back inside with wet boots and snot dripping from their noses. Had any of their new friends witnessed those snowball fights, none of them would have agreed to participate — Eunha did not take those lightly.
They'd swiftly learned that lesson when, as soon as the starting signal had been given, she'd started pelting everyone with balls at the speed of light. Judging by the yelps and screams, one would think she'd stuffed them with rocks, but Solhwi had only needed to get hit with one, back as a teenager, to start fearing Eunha's unfathomable strength.
It was for that exact reason she'd opted to sit to the side, preferring to watch other people suffer in her stead. Poor Seunghan had all but been buried in snow by now, Eunha's favorite target out of all of them. Solhwi chuckled to herself as he struggled to get back on his feet, brushing a thick layer of snow off himself. Thankfully, they'd all made sure to buy thick winter coats before arriving. Even that wouldn’t make for great armor against Eunha's missiles, though.
Solhwi's laughter stopped abruptly when something hit against her shoulder, a sudden pang of cold spreading against her coat. Muffling a gasp, she flung her head back to watch a snowball slip to the ground with a thud, from where it had hit her. Just a few meters away stood Sohee, who looked at her with the widest, wildest grin she'd ever seen on him, another snowball sculpted in the palm of his gloved hand. From where she stood, it would have been easy to mistake him for a school boy playing with his classmates.
