Managing. Is that my calling? Managing seven guys. Is that even possible? Seven guys with completely different personalities and yet same at the same time. Seven guys that somehow manage to balance work and fun. Seven guys that are all beautiful ins...
I texted Beauregard when I got to my room, he said he'll pick me up. I change out of my outfit and put on a new outfit. Changing out of my blue skinny jeans and into black skinny jeans, white crop top into a black one and white sneakers into black peep toe high heels, my heart necklace into a golden chain necklace and I put on a gray and black jacket.
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I hear a knock at my door and walk over to open it.
"Are you going somewhere?" Tae asked walking in.
"Sure, you may come in." I let go of the door handle and walk over to my makeup. I reapply my lipstick and look at him.
"So where are you going?" He asked.
"I have a friend to meet," I tell him.
"So you changed your outfit to meet a friend?"
"I can't change my outfit?"
"Why couldn't you just wear what you wore before?" He asked.
"Because I want to wear all the outfits I packed, plus I don't know where I'm meeting him. For all I know, we could be going to a fair or a restaurant."
"So it's a guy?"
"Tae... there's nothing to worry about, no need to get jealo-"
"Who said I'm jealous?"
"Obviously not you, I have to get going. I might see you later when I come back, I might not. Who knows? Obviously not me." I grab my purse and phone before walking out my door.
As I'm walking down the stairs, everyone comes out of their rooms.
"Where are you going?", "Are we going somewhere?", "Na-yeong are you okay?", "Eomma, where are you going this late?"
"I'll be back later, don't wait up for me. There's money on the counter, order pizza if you guys are hungry and no one wants to cook." I said before walking to the door.
As I closed the door behind me I see Beauregard standing by a motorcycle.
"Nice ride." I faked a smile at him because I couldn't get myself to show a real smile.
"Thank you, shall we get going?"
"Where are we going?" I ask.
He smiled at me, "to the place we got married."
"I'm not renewing our fake vows." I smile at him as I get on the motorcycle and put my hands on his shoulders instead of his waist, we ride out of the driveway and onto the road.
"So Lia, how have you been?"
"I've actually been really good, I've been the best I have been in a really long time. How about you?"
