Book 2: The Seventeen Heirs Series; Jeon Wonwoo (SEVENTEEN FANFIC)

42: BONSPIEL

LEANNE AIANNE'S POV

"You sure you don't like any of these?" Irene asked me again as she fitted another pair of shoes.

I smiled at her. "I'm good."

I picked up a strapless black stiletto with four inches heels and brought it to her. "Here, try this on. It will look good on you."

Her face lit up when I handed it to her but then she stared at me for a moment. "Hmm . . ."

"Not your type?" I asked, but she got the shoes and tried it on.

"Why are you giving me every great shoes you see?"

I just smiled and stared at the pair of black shoes in front of me. They almost looked the same as the one I got when I was hunting for a job after graduation. That's when I realized it's still at home. I still kept it.

I sighed. "These types of shoes aren't really my type." I prefer boots and leathered shoes, or the gladiator type.

"Whoa, Miss Athlete, you sure are missing the best things in life."

I saw my own reflection in the mirror and I come to think of what Irene said. Was I really missing out on something? Do I?

I just shook my head at my own thoughts. Why would I be thinking of what she said? Good shoes are still shoes. They don't keep me happy but at least they're useful.

Nothing can make me happy now unlike before, but I'll live. I will be happy again, one day. I know that day will eventually come.

We reached until noon in fitting so many shoes yet Irene only got a two pairs of it after that number of shoes she tried on.

It was her idea that we go shopping today, and I just tagged along with her even if I have something planned for today. I still have the time and no one still contacted me until now.

"It's really tiring to shop." Irene slump her body on the couch and let the paper bags on the floor. She looked strung out, that I can't help myself but to joke around her.

"Best things in life, huh?"

"Tss . . ." She giggled. "So, are you busy tomorrow?"

I thought about my meeting with a client, but I shook my head. "Not really. Why? You'll go shopping again?"

Her smile weaned. "Well, Mom asked for you."

I swallowed hard. "A-aunty? W-why? "

She moved her shoulders. "They know you're here. And they want you to attend the family dinner tomorrow night."

"Family dinner?"

"Yeah . . . that dinner thing we're having every once in a month?"

"I know." I said laughing at her sarcasm, but I was not the very least happy with her news.

I eyed her intently, and then suddenly a thought hit me.

"You brought me here for that, yes?"

She frowned. "I just don't want to ask you over the phone. I know you'll say no."

A waiter came and he handed us the menu and we ordered afterwards.

"I'm sorry, A. Mom and Dad just wants to see you. And I think it would be great if you'll come."

I shook my head because I didn't think so. I think it would be a disaster, for me.

Going there would mean one thing — to see Wonwoo. And I don't want to see him. As much as possible, I want to avoid him and Sohye.