CHAEYOUNG.
I still can't take my eyes off of this such a fine young lady. I can't even explain why I am looking at her intently.
She walked towards Mr. Myoui, whom I easily recognized because he's sitting on the table infront. The young lady kissed his cheek and the woman beside him, that I assumed to be Mrs.Myoui.
"Oh, maybe she's the daughter," I muttered, still stealing glances at her.
She walked towards the center of the ballroom and joined the people on dancing.
I automatically felt my feet making my way to her. And in just a snap, I'm already standing infront of her and ready to dance.
I held her hand and placed my other on her waist. She starts moving slowly as I looked directly to her eyes, and smiled. "Hi," I started the conversation.
A curve formed into her lips, "hello, nice to meet you Mister?"
"Chaeyoung. Son Chaeyoung." She froze for a minute, and started dancing again. She seemed shocked, on what I just said.
"Well, mister Son Chaeyoung, I think that you should not be in this ball, and you know what I mean," she smirked.
