You were attending a charity event held by the Jeon family. A beautiful dress, that was supposed to represent our own name, was looking stunning on your body. Unfortunately, you didn't feel pretty at all, you were uncomfortable. Your husband couldn't attend, because of some business trip, so you had to be all by yourself with a bodyguard.

Not wanting to interact with people you hardly knew, you went to the bar to wash your throat with something that'll help put your mood up. The bartender couldn't give you anything stronger than pink champagne. You sigh. But you have to hold your face and dignity before others, despite feeling out of place.

You went to the open garden area. Looking at the glass between your fingers, you wonder if you'll ever get used to such life.

"So that's where you are," a familiar hoarse voice called for you, making you turn.

I glance at you with cold eyes: "Why are you here alone? Where is your bodyguard?" I ask you, taking a few steps closer.