The woman who was not chosen

Chapter 2

Elegantly climbing out the car, one seductive foot at a time, the onlookers gawked in awe as two beautiful women stepped out of the black car. The host at the front immediately came to greet them when the two walked in. He must've been new because his eyes never left the legendary supermodel, Bom Kwon.

Playing into the poor boy's obvious desires, she leaned on the counter, her long slender arm out for him to see. Because the red dress didn't leave much to hide, the boy visibly gulped.

Presenting him with a sultry smile, Bom Kwon was easily able to make him blush. "I made a reservation under BK?"

The boy snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat in an attempt to hide his growing blush. "Y-yes, Ms. Kwon. R-right this way please." He stumbled over his words, barely able to keep his composure.

Bom Kwon looped her hand into Dara Park's arm.

Dara Park couldn't help but stifle her laughter, feeling sorry for the boy who was being severely played by Bom Kwon.

Later on, he guided them to their private room.

"That was mean." Dara Park chided when he left the room as if he had stumbled upon a den of lions. This poor kid...

As soon as he left, the waiter walked in and handed them the menu with two hands.

"I know." Bom Kwon shrugged, flipping her hair over her shoulders.

"This room is quite large for just the two of us." Dara Park commented as she opened the menu.

Suddenly, Bom Kwon, who was sitting opposite to her, stiffened. "The bigger, the better, my dear." She winked.

Dara Park who was already used to her friend's perverted jokes rolled her eyes. Whereas, the waiter handling them nearly choked.

Luckily, he was able to fix his composure in time. "G-good evening, I will be your server for this evening. May I take your drink order?" Unlike the boy who had guided them into the room, the waiter was much more experienced.

"Mm, I'll have some white wine from your best bottle." Bom Kwon said while opening her menu and skimming through 'Today's Special.'

"Just lemon water for me, please." Dara Park quietly said, skipping the alcohol page of her menu.

The waiter nodded, memorizing everything in his head. After a few seconds of ordering their food, the two closed the menu. Then the waiter took it, bowed, and excused himself.

After he was gone and the two of them were alone in the big private room, Bom Kwon finally spoke up. "You sure you don't want a glass of wine? They have some of the best collection in the city." She mused, faintly remembering the previous Dara Park who drank wine like it was water.

"No, I promised Grandfather I'd stop drinking so much." Dara Park explained with a small smile.

When her mother and father abandoned her two years ago, the day she fell from Seoul's grace, Dara Park was left to fend the evil alone.

Her parents canceled her credit cards, tossed her out of their house, and practically disowned her without legal papers, which left her with no resources. Her grandfather was the first to offer her a helping hand. She was surprised to see this, as he placed business over family and was rarely known to perform favors for others, regardless if she was his kin. Little did she know, her grandfather valued her more than the others and it was for a very particular ability she possessed.

"Hm, speaking of Elder Park, how is he these days?" Bom Kwon drummed her fingers onto the table, with her perfect chin resting on her hand.

Dara Park chuckled at the recent memory of her grandfather in his Kung Fu outfit sparring and beating up men a fraction of his age.