CINDERELLA'S CONTRACT | pjm √

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❝ We meet again.❞

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"You look beautiful, Yona." my cousin complimented me with widened eyes as soon as I stepped out of the room. I staggered slightly with the heels I wasn't comfortable in, and started squirming around in the black lace dress that stuck close to my body.

She goes to work magic on my hair, turning it from a whippy mess to a gorgeous pin-up. My lips curved into a smile, slightly impressed at the elegant curls that framed the sides of my face.

"You look ridiculously hot, but don't you steal my mens. You know I'm a sucker for lookers.." she trailed off, dancing around my chair as she pondered over the celebrities that are going to attend the party. Anna absolutely loved hot guys. Except the ones she dated all turned out to be notorious jerks. And even after all that, she still doesn't heed my advice.

"And do you know the famous Park Jimin is the host of the party? He never shows up, but I bet he is a panty dropper for sure - and can you hear my ovaries explode? Oh my god."

I automatically tuned out her voice, reading through the magazine where this Jimin was featured. From the pictures, I can already tell that the words Anna spoke was the truth. He was attractive, intimidating, and extremely hot. Not to mention, he probably owns more sports cars than I have my toy cars.

"I know, there are hot men. But I'm only here to keep you out of trouble - I don't want you to end up like Frozen's Anna who attempted to marry a random prince." I scolded her, handing over her clutch.

I felt obligated to protect naive Anna, since she was of a high social class. The men that flocked to her was attractive, but mostly scumbags after her money. It kills me to see her hurt.

"Okay. I won't marry a random man tomorrow. I promise." Anna wraps her pinky around my finger, and I raised my eyebrows questionably.

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Soon, we arrived at the party that was located in a magnificent villa. My poor and discounted self started to feel unfitting to the atmosphere, clinging onto my cousin for help. My anxiety got worse when men in thousand dollar suits begin to start conversations with us, leaving me dying inside.

"I'll get a glass of wine, so go and socialise, pumpkin." Anna fled the scene, turning her back on me. I was left alone amongst the fancy people, like a lost child in a walmart store.

As if it wasn't bad enough, the same man from earlier decides to chat me up, asking which family I'm from, and how I was invited. The nervousness in me peaked.

"I have to say, even though it's the first time I met you, I'm mesmerised..." He snakes a hand around my waist, and I rushed to push it off, but to no avail. He continues to bother me until I finally unleashed the inner bitch inside of me.

"Don't touch me, you f**cker!" I dumped my wine onto his face. He stares at me incredulously, unable to speak another word. Serves you right, bastard.

I retreated to the balcony outside because of the pairs of eyes that glared. Whatever they gossiped, it wasn't my concern. I needed to get out of here fast. Where the heck is Anna?