The words echoed.
Other stylists looked over.
She lowered her voice.
"From getting hurt. From hoping for something impossible."
"It's not impossible."
"Yes, it is. You're an idol. I'm staff. You have a contract. I have a job. This—" she gestured between them, "—can't happen."
"It already is happening."
"Then it needs to stop."
"I don't want it to stop."
"I don't care what you want."
Lie number two.
He saw right through it.
"Liar."
"Believe what you want."
She turned to leave.
Manager Park stuck his head in.
"Five minutes! Everyone to the cars!"
Chaos erupted.
People grabbing things. Moving. Rushing.
Soorin used the distraction.
Slipped out.
Away from Haejin.
Away from his eyes.
Away from the truth she couldn't face.
★☆★☆★☆
The red carpet was insane.
Cameras flashing everywhere. Reporters shouting. Fans screaming.
The theater was old Hollywood glamorous.
Red velvet. Gold trim. Crystal chandeliers.
Like stepping into another era.
