#glamnight

friday night. and somehow… i’m not the one leading us into trouble this time. my sweet little sister sonella has claimed the crown 👑 — cocktails in hand, dresses that feel like a promise, and that spark in her eyes that says we’re not coming home early.

i tell myself i’m resisting… but maybe i’m just falling into her orbit. there’s something magnetic about her laughter, the way it dares you to say yes.

song of the chapter: in my head by ari 

The sun was shining bright and with the light blue sky which was complemented by some clouds, it looked like the perfect picture. Saemi 5 years ago would have gone crazy about this, picking up my sketchbook and would have instantly copied it. But now? It annoyed me. I had no interest in it. It didn't match my mood and it didn't make me feel better. I hated it. Hatred. A strong word which I would only use with caution. For me, you are only able to hate something that you had once cherished. And I did, I really did. The sun at its strongest time, shining the brightest, I had loved the view, the light it gave that peeked through tree leaves. Until I fell for the shadow. He swallowed me up and took away everything that I loved deeply and I didn't care, at least back then. I let it absorb me and squeeze out every last ounce of sunshine held inside me, I just let it. I didn't know how to help myself any better so when It all got too much I needed to escape reality, that the easiest way possible even if only for a short while. There was no one who could have stopped me anyway since I was selfish. And how was I supposed to accept help when I couldn't help myself. Exactly, I couldn't. Sometimes I think loosing everything  I once cherished had it's perks, too. I mean, at the end of the day It brought me up here, at this status with people having nothing but respect for me. My phone rang but I ignored it, instead, I watched the sunshine peek through my fingers as I held my left hand high up in the air. The ringing didn't stop so I gave in. Lifting my hips, I tried to get my phone from my back pocket, but when I realized I quickly turned around and picked it up from the grass. Making myself comfy on the ground again, I picked the unknown call up.  "Saemi eonnie! I called a dozen times, It seems like your busy, aren't you?" How the fuck did she get my phone number? "Oh, Mari-yah, annyeong. No, I wasn't that busy. Why did you call?" I asked through gritted teeth. "How have you been? One of your biggest art suppliers resigned, right? I mean, you're Saemi eonnie, you probably have something greater coming but still, I just wanted to make sure." "I'm doing great, thanks for asking. Yes, you heard right but we're signing a new deal this week, so everything is in check, as always. But you're not only calling to ask me 'bout that?" I knew she wanted confirmation about the deal that outsiders were gushing about, the deal was nearly done so no need to not be prestige. "No, in fact, I was calling because you hadn't answered to the invitation yet.", ah, the dinner invitation. After this call, it sure wasn't a normal dinner. Chwe Hansol was planning to expand his business and make some great deals with high-selling people, and my deal with the Louvre was making my entreprise nothing less. "Ah, yes. I was quite busy past weeks, so I hadn't reached out to you yet." "Eonnie! You have to come. You didn't even come to my wedding!", there was a small pause from my side before I answered with a soft voice. "Mari-yah, I'll let you know 'til the end of the day. Let me see what I can arrange." "Thank you, eonnie. I'm looking forward to seeing you again." Unlocking my phone, I saw that I had received a message from Ms. Jang.

Ms. Ji got your phone number through the new employee. It was his third strike, he's fired, ma'am.

Rolling my eyes, I packed my phone and went to my car.