Nineteen-year-old Rose Porter-Abe had everything a teen could want, except for a life of her own.
The daughter of a fashion designer and an actor, Rose finds herself lost in the long shadow cast by her parents' achievements and expectations, and una...
Without Si-woo, there were no photographs. Rose was ushered into a private room to be dressed in various outfits which were then pinned to suit her shape. Although she did her best to make conversation with the designers and seamstresses, she couldn't help but worry about the man she'd left downstairs in the studio and hoped that the medicine would be enough to help him through his hangover. Yuta had been called to a meeting and Hitomi was busy following Jung-wook around the building, so she found herself all alone. While she stood on a stool and had the hem of pale pink dress taken up, Eun-young snuck into the room with a bottle of water.
'How are you managing?' the woman asked. 'I thought you might be hungover like Si-woo when you first arrived.'
'I didn't have enough beer for that,' Rose replied. 'Shouldn't you be in a meeting?'
'Actually, I came to ask if you'd like to take the afternoon off?'
'Really?' Rose asked, suddenly feeling reenergised. 'I can go?'
'Well, Si-woo can't manage a photography session and now we have your measurements, we can adjust everything else without you here. Besides, you deserve a little break. You came here to have fun, not work.'
Finally, someone understood.
Rose wasn't about to tell Yuta that she quit on him, but she did want to see more of South Korea than just the inside of the company. This was her chance to act like an inconspicuous tourist and Rose wasn't about to pass it up. The best thing about it was that she didn't have to see Tae-won. She'd not found time to track him down to give him the banana milk, but she was remarkably at peace with the fact. After Si-woo had told her that he'd had a good time with her the previous evening, she'd been feeling stranger flutterings in her stomach and had been too preoccupied with those to even consider the man who'd saved and hugged her.
'What about Hitomi?' Rose pressed. 'And Yuta?'
'Yuta will have to stay and work,' Eun-young said, and Rose couldn't help but think she wasn't the only person who wanted his company. It wasn't a suspicion she voiced, it was clear from the way Eun-young had blushed when she'd said his name that she thought he was attractive, and Rose could well understand her interest. Eun-young cleared her throat softly, smiled, and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. 'Get changed and we'll head out. Ah, I'll go find Hitomi, okay?'
'Okay, shall I meet you in the lobby?'
'Sounds good, bring your credit card!'
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Normally people would tell Rose to bring her credit card if it meant she was expected to pay, but Eun-young didn't seem the type of woman to take advantage of someone younger than her. It wasn't like she knew that Rose was wealthy, either, so it was stupid to think that this excursion was just a way for her to extort money from her or Hitomi.
With her handbag hanging across her body and the banana milk clutched in her hands, she rocked on her feet and cast glances towards the elevator hoping that Eun-young and Hitomi would appear. She was vaguely aware of the fact that standing around on her own made her look a little pathetic, like some woman who'd been stood up for a date. Naturally, it was just as this thought crossed her mind that Tae-won passed through. At first, he seemed to be headed for the receptionist, but he paused when he saw Rose.
