CHAEYOUNG.
"What? Are you both ready?" Jungyeon-hyung asked me and Tzuyu, while handing us our masks.
Tzuyu looked at him, nervously, "hyung, are we really going to do this? Are you sure they won't recognize us?"
Jungyeon-hyung rolled his eyes, "do you think they would? With that masks? Really, Tzuyu," he said, sarcastically. Tzuyu just nodded, but I can still see that he's still anxious.
We put our masks on, and entered the ballroom. I looked around and saw people, some are chatting, and most are dancing.
I followed hyung to the bar, to get some drinks. Maybe a red wine, would do.
"One red wine, please," I asked the bartender. He came back with my drink, and gave it to me, as I started roaming the huge ballroom. . . alone.
Well, hyung and Tzuyu are nowhere to be found.
I looked around, tilting my head. When suddenly, one person caught my eye.
She's walking down the staircase, elegantly, wearing a blue ball gown and a blue mask, to pair.
