On the rearward side of the plane, sat three figures. Only the one on the left, just by the window, was awake. The other two was still far deep in their dreams. The one awake was staring out of the window, admiring the beautiful view of her country, way up from the sky.
"It has been almost 10 years."
The defined beauty had been away from here for almost a decade. She missed her country so much. She missed her so much.
"Will you still want to see me, Summer...?"
She let out a deep sigh, hoping it could ease the pressure in her chest a bit. But it didn't work.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage are stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. Thank you."
The announcement from the flight attendant disturbed the blondie's train of thoughts. It also woke the passengers in the business class up. People began to stir and stretch up their sore body after the long 20 hours of flight.
The blonde turned to her right when she felt movements from the two sleepyheads beside her. It was ironic though, she usually would be the one sleeping. But not this time, not when she was so close to where she longed for, where she actually belonged.
The blonde found out the girl beside her wasn't having her best expression. She was frowning, her face was pale, and sweats dripped from her forehead.
"Are you alright Tiff?" The blonde asked in her American accented English, feeling worry for her friend.
The girl called Tiffany nodded, wiping off the sweats with her pink handkerchief. "You're having that dream again?"
"Yeah..." Tiffany sighed, really bothered by the fact the dream was hitting her again,
"Don't worry Jessie." Jessica gave her a consoling smile before the tallest among them decided to become noisy.
"Ohhh good morning Sica! Good morning Fany-ah!" The doe-eyed girl grinned widely and gave the person beside her, who was the unfortunate Tiffany, a bear hug. "
It's... almost evening, Yoona... And I'm... going to die in your hug... soon." Tiffany struggled in Yoona's over-passionate embrace, trying to catch a breath.
"Yoona, behave." Jessica's glare, although it was playful, was enough to make her manager quiet.
Yes, let me explain the relationship between these three.
Jessica, as THE one and only, Jessica Jung, was the famous superstar who made her name in the States. Of course, this American Korean's fame had spread its influence to her home country Korea. Koreans were proud of the diva. And now she was going home, back to her beloved country to engross herself in her countrymen's love.
And if you want to know how she made her way to this status of goddess, you will have to know the person now sitting beside her, Tiffany Hwang.
Tiffany Hwang, 27 years old, born in Diamond Bar of Los Angeles, worked as a music composer/ songwriter. She spent most of her lifetime in America, which you can easily tell from her heavy America accent in her still rusty Korean. When Jessica debuted, she wasn't very welcomed by the audience in the States. Her career was shaky and unstable, until she met this girl somewhere in New York. The rhythm and lyrics of her songs instantly struck Jessica. She knew she was the one. Without any delay, she offered Tiffany a job, which was rare in the music industry, to be her personal music composer.
