This is a story about a girl who is a tomboy. Her father doesn't give her much time. But she doesn't care either.
She's scary, but caring. She doesn't show her love, but she does. She has anger issues.
But one day her dad told her that he has a gir...
After a few minutes of sitting in silence with eunwoo. We decided to go in. We went inside and that's when I saw someone i least expected. I quickly ran to hug her.
Y/n : sara! Yo b!tch! How come you managed to get inside without invitation.
I said laughing at her salty expressions.
Sara : leave that. You didn't even invite me, huh!? Anyway, I called uncle and then they letted me in. I missed the ceremony too.
She said and pouted. I chuckled at her before patting her back.
Y/n : Don't worry! You can attend my marriage. With invitation.
I said and burst out laughing along with her. But her laugh came to a halt realising something.
Sara : you're getting married!?
Y/n : not now, but soon.
Sara : I bet he's eunwoo oppa! Isn't he!?
She excitedly asked and i just nodded while smiling.
After the marriage ceremonies... At Y/n's House... Author's POV...
Y/n told eunwoo and Jackson to come with her too. After they all reached there, their jaw dropped looking at the mansion except Mr. Lee, Y/n, Eunwoo and Jackson.
Hobi : woah, noona! This is your house?! It's so beautiful.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Then they went in praising the house and went to their rooms as they already had their dinner at the wedding.
Y/n's POV... In her room...
I was done freshening up. I came out of the washroom while drying my hair.
Y/n's night suit:
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
I was about to go to the dressing table but stopped when i heard a knock. 'Who could be here this late?'. Nevertheless I went to open the gate and saw eunwoo peeking at the corridors and was about to knock again when i caught his hand.
