Secret CEO || p.jm (On Hold)

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Chapter 2: "Fall in Love with Secret Garden... "

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*Flashback starts*

"Yah!! Get up!! Let's go shopping!! Let's go and buy a truck of those chiffon, silk and linen! You don't always get a chance to get a free vacation in Paris!" Divisha squeals for the nth time ..... while the other two were sprawled on their comfy beds too sleepy to even go to the washroom to freshen up.

"Ah~~~~ jebal~~~~ if not shopping... then lets just explore some streets!" Divisha shakes up the shoulders of Hyoenji to wake the sleepyhead up ...... but only got  "Kojo" (piss off in korean) in return.

[A/N : Remember the word "kojo" it wil be used many times in the story ]

Thats how it has been since they have checked in the hotel. Jieun and Hyoenji were too sleepy and tired from the 14 hour flight that as soon as they saw the comfy beds posing in front of their tempted eyes, they couldn't resist but collapse onto the fluffy matresses. The older two are too tired to even look at the maknae.

"ohk dude ... now can you please get lost and let us sleep ??" Hyoenji, the one who is very particular with her dreamland hours spats out.

"Deal with you own crappy dreams," Divisha says, sulking. "And I'm not a 'dude'!"

"Div... we are just a bit tired.. You can go ahead if you want. We will reach up to you a bit later... But be careful, don't go into dark streets, if you sense something weird or suspicious... *blah* *blah*"

Jieun, being the eomma, starts lecturing her.

"Yeah... i got it .. BYE!"

*flashback ends*

Divisha"s POV

And thats how I ended up alone roaming around the streets of Paris with a notebook and camera in my hand, and sling bag on the left shoulder. As I take in the air of Paris, I feel as if a lot of weight is lifted off my shoulders...

Paris is such a beautiful and picturestique place,it sure is an inspiring palce for us designers.... and i have even started a new design...

I look towards my notebook and I am shocked to see that I have almost completed it... Woah! So fast... I keep my notebook in my bag and start to walk into a street.

At first I thought about entering the "Barista" closeby for a cup of Cafe Mocha and a piece of Black forest, but my greed for fashion overwhelmed me.

At the corner of my eye, I noticed something sparkly and colourful. When I turn to see, I find a clothes boutique. A lovely floral dress is put up on display and I immediately fall in love with it. I hurriedly run into the shop like a mouse and fiddle around with the soft, velvety clothes that are as soft as the bottom of a baby. Ok. Sorry for being random. That was disgusting maybe.

I was thinking of buying a few clothes when I spot another neighbouring boutique with even lovelier clothes. I didn't even care when I dumped the clothes in my hand on top of a random middle-aged woman passing by and rushed straight to the next store.

The spirit of shopping is burning in me. The city of Paris is yet to witness my spendrift habits of buying clothes. But when I see something better, I just dump of the clothes I was about to purchase on some passerby and head off to a new store.

I don't know for how long I kept doing it, but I'm sure my fingers and skin touched a lot of those lovely silk and satin and linen and velvets... Ahhh, as I thought... Girls can only fall in love with clothes in Paris!!