Lego House

one: strangers

chapter one

STRANGERS

Two wooden doors opened for her and no sooner, the clicking of her black sky-high stilletos filled the room. There were tons of things that Park Sandara could be doing on a Friday night yet out of all those, not even once did she thought of attending a dinner with a complete stranger, whom according to her parents' bidding, that she will be marrying two weeks from now. They don't know each other alright and yes, this was one of those arrange marriage bullshit that rich people indulge out of idiocy in the pure belief that this was better than any contract signed to strenghten a merge that is bound to happen. She had to roll her eyes.

She was wearing one of her most favored dress. Look how lucky this man is. The dress was closed neck with long sleeves. It was body hugging and three inches above her knees. That wasn't the eye candy rather the back part of it which was wide open that you could literally run down your forefinger to trace her bared spine. With hair on messy curls, thrown sideways to show the shaved part of her hair, lips on rouge red and millions of piercing on her ears, one on her tongue, she was the perfect image on how a rebellious daughter should look like.

She walked towards a tall white victorian oak chair, chiseled with intricate design painted in gold; both arm rest together with the seat itself were wrapped in red cushion made of linen fabrics. They were inside one of the world class hotels owned by his family. The room was big with high ceiling perfect for the gigantic chandelier hovering above. Designed in elegance, everything looked down right expensive from the paintings hangingon the wall to every ensemble available. Even the white mahogany table that stood before her looked expensive especially the sets that it cradled. There were servants in almost every corner, standing and waiting. All ready to serve.

One of the servants, who looked like your common highly knowledgable butler with his tail coat and white gloves, moved to pull the chair for her to take only he was stopped by her fiancé. "Let me," he said in a flat tone before pushing himself to stand up. Her eyes landed for the first time on the man whom she will be saying her 'I do' in two weeks time, the only son of the business tyrants who were both feared and admired, Kwon Jiyong.

She watched his every move as he walked his way to where she's rooted. Gently, he reached for her hand, moving it towards his lips to land a breeze of a kiss. "Pleased to finally meet you," he said looking up on her, meeting her eyes. She doesn't know if she should be touched or insulted especially he said it emotionless. Dara mentally rolled her eyes. This is going to be one fucked up night. She inwardly groaned. Her fiancémoved to pull her chair for her.

She's going to say it outright: He's hot.

And tall, she noted. There was no denying despite that blankness in his eye and how his face seemed to be lacking all the necessary emotions, he's one fine meat. A very handsome fine meat. He was oozing with that peculiar charm that will keep you thinking about him. Ask about him. And just wanted to know anything about him no matter how small. You will just find yourself asking: Who the hell is this guy? He just had this magnitizing mysterious effect which annoyed her.

As she continued scrutinizingthe man she was about to marry, she noticed his all out dark clothes consisting of none other than the color of pure, charcoal black. Jiyong was wearing nothing but black from his coat to his shirt and even his tie. His rings, thin steel armlet were all black making his eyes seemed to be glowing. They were light gray and had been boring holes through his intense, heavy stares.