@damnction
The Lost Wings Organization was by all means a organization to respect and be commended. Helping children whom lost a parent or both was a duty she believed every citizen should have which was why she started the charity. It was just these dinner parties that unnerved her. Large donaters where invited, and it really was a popularity contest among chaebols and the wan-to-be chaebols. Of course she would hate that, but as the founder of the Lost Wings, she had to go. It was her charity, so she played to egos.
He was someone she hadn’t seen before though. He seemed away from everyone else there. Was he new money? No, Aera could tell from his suit, a good quality, but lacking the right over flashiness that he wasn’t. Was he a want-to-be? No, he would have been all over the social scene, but he seemed content in his seat. Out of everyone there. He seemed like he was actually waiting for the auction. Aera smiled. Now this was interesting.
She sat in the seat next to him at his table, and Aera tucked a lose strand from her classy up do behind her ear before flattening her sapphire blue dress. “How is it that you are invited to this event, and I do not know you?” she very forwardly asked him a smile plastered on her perfectly painted face. “Heo Aera of Heo Oil Company. I’m twenty, Ballerina at Korea National Ballet, and soon to be second year at Yonsei University,” Aera listed of her stats. “Now your turn. Who are you?” she asked him eager to know.
