Beauty: Behind the Scenes

Sang's Past

Sixteen years ago, on a rainy October night, Mr. and Mrs. Sorenson arrived at the estate with blank faces. Mr. Sorenson held a small bundle in his arms, wrapped in a thin pink blanket.

A week had passed since that night, Mrs. Winchester sat in the garden with her two children and the newest addition to the estate. The sun was out and glowing brightly through the clear sky. Wil was only two-years-old when his mother introduced her to him.

"Say hello to Sang, you two" she spoke gently to her children.

"Sang isn't a name," five-year-old Kayli said before running off in search of her father.

Wil ignored his sister and leaned closer to the baby in his mother's arms, she opened her big green eyes and blinked up at him curiously.

His mother chuckled softly as she watched her son staring at the newborn with interest. "Be careful, sweetheart," she warned when he attempted to touch the baby's cheek.

"Hurt?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"Not if you're gentle," she smiled warmly.

Wil continued to stare at Sang, his mother smiled at the fascination on his young face. She leaned down, holding the baby firmly, and whispered to him. "Sang is going to need lots of our love and care."

His small face twisted in confusion as he squinted in his mother's direction. Her husband suspected their son may need glasses but they had very few opportunities to leave the estate, the Sorensons required their presence for many hours a day.

"Why, mama?" Wil questioned innocently.

His mother glanced at the infant and smiled sympathetically. She never answered his question, but Wil quickly learned the reason. He was too young to remember the day Sang was first brought to the estate. But his life had been spent caring for Sang and tending to her as much as he was allowed. After his mother passed, John carelessly assigned him as Sang's personal attendant. He had to learn the ropes at a young age, it helped that he watched his mother work since he could remember. He had a job to do, to serve Sang.

Sang became his whole world. There was nothing he wouldn't do to make her happy especially after witnessing the constant abuse and neglect from her parents. Wil dedicated his life to making up for the lack of love she received from her family.

He knew her better than anyone, better than he knew himself. He knew her, all her fears, what made her cry, and how she dealt with situations. She had always been sweet and calm but adventurous and reckless, a contradiction that was hard for him to keep up with. 

Her favorite color was always pink, she first came across chocolate chip pancakes when she was 7 and has loved them ever since.

That's the thing with Sang, when she loves something, she loves it with every bit of her existence and she'll love it forever.

Wil was fifteen when he started developing a crush on her. But he knew he didn't have a chance, she was a princess and he was only her servant. She was way out of his league, and Wil saw that from the beginning. And when he began to see a sliver of hope, it was too late.

He remembered clearly the day he went out looking for Sang, she was leaning against a tree with someone tilting his head down to kiss her. She accepted the kiss. A week later, Sang confessed to him about her relationship with Marc. He was worried her mother would find out but beyond that, he couldn't deal with the pain in his chest. He knew Sang would eventually find someone but he didn't expect it to break his heart. And watching this Marc person give her what Wil worked so hard and so long to accomplish; he made her happier than he'd ever seen. It was a bittersweet realization.