𓆩♡𓆪 CHAPTER ONE 𓆩♡𓆪
I swore to God if this man even took one step towards me, I would kill him!
And I’m fucking bored with whatever this man is yapping about.
“You will get ’urt if you walk like zat without me, madam!”
“I won’t get hurt! I’m born wearing heels and Louboutins!” I almost screamed at him.
I’m just so done with this freak!
I started walking towards the altar door. This is a Clarity Gala, and I don’t understand why most K-drama and romance scenes always happen in places like this.
With everyone.
But not with ME!
Ughhh...
I walked briskly—as fast as my legs would carry me. And to make things even worse, a waiter who had apparently been chasing someone for his dear life came running straight into me.
Yes.
Clumsy bitch.
That’s my introduction.
And before I could even get myself cleaned up, this Frenchman appeared again.
People, oldies, everyone claims 11:11 works for them.
Me?
I make wishes at 11:11 during storms at night and even in broad daylight, and I still don’t get a single one fulfilled.
I’m serious about this!
“Madam? I told you—”
“Lift me! RIGHT NOW!”
He helped me stand, and I rushed to the washroom.
Thank goodness!
At least this man didn’t invade my privacy here.
Now, if anyone asks me why I’m being followed by this creep, I obviously won’t answer.
I quickly took out my phone and messaged my best friend.
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Shan-Zhi: What’s wrong?
Tiara Keil: What’s wrong? Very funny. Are you busy?
Shan-Zhi: I’m fucking not! Tell me! What on earth is wrong?
Tiara Keil: Remember the creep oldie I was talking about?
Shan-Zhi: Would you care to remind me? I don’t remember any ‘oldie’ you mentioned.
Tiara Keil: Ughhh! Bitch! The black-and-white-haired guy? Remember? He is the son of an oldie. And I’m being followed by that oldie RIGHT NOW!
Shan-Zhi: OMG! You mean that handsome guy?!!!! Come on, don’t call him the son of an oldie!
Tiara Keil: I don’t fucking care! If you aren’t busy, please! Help me!
Shan-Zhi: And how would I do that—? Anyways, why would I help you?
Tiara Keil: What on Earth are you talking about, Shannn!!
Shan-Zhi: The way you described him was so fucking good; I almost didn’t sleep for two days. Maybe today too, I’ll end up like that....
Tiara Keil: ARE YOU HELPING ME OR NOT?!
I quickly typed my reply as I heard the creep calling me from outside the washroom.
Arrgh!
As a woman—or as the daughter of a successful woman—my mother has always told me to feel proud when I get my period.
And I should say, all women should feel the same too!
And what exactly were you expecting?
I embarrassed myself in front of this oldie.
Yes.
(Let’s claim that I’m proud!)
And he acted as if he’d just witnessed a tragedy. He hurried somewhere else, and I fucking don’t care!
Time to check what my bestie messaged me!
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Shan-Zhi: Babygurl, my brother is just getting bored. I will send him. Shan Zhiii is sorry for not coming.
Are you dead?
Reply?!
Are you grumpy again?
Hello?
Tsk. I know you’ll ask what time. He’ll come within an hour or two.
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I just stared at these messages.
I need to survive for two hours?
Fine, then.
It’s just 60 minutes plus another 60 minutes.
I typed an okay and was about to close Instagram when she replied again.
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Shan-Zhi: Thank goodness you are alive.
Anyways... My brother isn’t happy to go, but don’t worry, he is coming for sure! Isn’t this a good chance that you will finally see him?!
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Jeez.
She’s always like this!
We’ve both been friends since childhood. She, too, says she’s only seen her brother twice in her entire life.
She has every right to be excited.
Who wouldn’t be excited if they were finally meeting someone from their own bloodline whom they’d only seen twice?
I’m already happy not seeing my father and brother.
I regret even thinking about them.
It’s not like we’re separated or anything. It’s not like Dad is cheating on Mom.
It’s just that we live in different places, and I started considering myself unrelated to these people from the moment they began setting up my marriage.
And now that I’m finally out of the washroom, I see my personal bodyguard outside, side-eyeing me.
He has been the best friend I’ve ever had in my whole life.
Duh...
He knows my secrets.
And he cringes at every single one of them.
He’s two years younger than me, and I consider him more of a brother than my actual brother.
“Look, it’s nothing. You already know why I’m doing this.”
“I’m your bodyguard... but sometimes I think I’m your ‘girl’ rather than a man!” he hissed.
“Come on, Garg! I can fix that. But later. First, make sure that—”
Not again.
“Madam, are you okay? I was scared. Mistress said you can rest in your room. Mind if I allow my maids to attend to you—”
“No need, cree—” I stopped myself. “I mean, Sir.”
He looked concerned and nodded.
As if I care.
I climbed upstairs and waited for this party to finish.
Or, more accurately, I waited for Shan-Zhi’s brother to pick me up.
Tonight is just another chaos I want to escape.
I sat on the bed with a heavy thud.
I just crossed my fingers, hoping nobody would call me.
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
I kept murmuring it the whole time.
And here we go again.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I opened the door and let out a heavy sigh.
“Jeez...”
Huh?
Who the hell is this man?
Why am I seeing his torso?
Am I this fucking short?!
I wasn’t short when I studied in America!
I’m taller than almost half the female population my age!
Am I bending?
I tilted my neck to look up.
Black-haired...
Or white-haired?
Yeah. A mix of both.
Is that even a hair colour?
STOP! STOP THINKING, TIARA!
“Um... may I ask who you are?”
He stared at me.
“So... you were so bored of hearing my name that you pretended to forget who I am?”
“What?”
