december came, and again, i got home on a saturday evening seeing mina inside my apartment. she spends more time there than in her own which is right next to mine.
she was browsing my drawers, trying to find something to ease her boredom, and there she stumbled upon my old sketchpad where i drew my first sets of serious designs.
at one moment, she asked me about that last sketch which stole her attention. it was the only finished design i ever drew in that sketch pad; a wedding dress.
"baby's breath?" she reads the words, "is this what this dress is called?" she asks, and i lightly nodded.
i asked if she wants to see it in personal, and she gladly agrees, exhilarated knowing i actually made it by hand. i got up from my bed and took that leather suitcase on top of my closet and gave it to mina. i let her take a peak inside as i take a call from my classmate.
it was actually the very first dress i made for over two years. i designed it for my older sister bora's wedding but then suddenly they called it off a month before it happened.
just as the call had ended, my vision went straight to where mina is standing right now, wearing my haute couture masterpiece, baby's breath.
i could only smile softly at that moment. i want to marry this girl.//
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2. white rose 》jeongmi
Short StoryThis is a sequel. Please do not read without reading the first part of the story. First Part is titled "Black Swan".
