Part 1

When Taeyeon received a call from her eccentric father, who had been away for more than a year traveling the world, the first thing that came out of her mouth was

Hell no, dad. Over my dead body.

She almost threw her phone out the window of her luxurious penthouse suite, because her father, whom she had missed rather dearly, just blurted out an absurd request.

No! I will not marry your long lost best friends daughter!

But Taetae, he said with so much aegyo a man his age shouldnt have, I thought you said you were gay?

Dad, this has nothing to do with my gender! She yelled on the phone as she ran her hand in between her golden locks frustratingly. I will not agree to this arranged marriage thing!

But Taengooooo

Taeyeon didnt even bother ending the call and just chucked her phone over the veranda, rubbing her temples as she went back inside her spacious living room.

She threw herself on her expensive leather couch and groaned before punching the cushion out of frustration.

Ugh! I cant believe this!

Ring.

Her house phone rang and she eyed the thing suspiciously.

Ring.

Ring.

Taeyeon sighed and pressed the speaker phone button.

Click.

Ooooooooooooooooo

Oh my god, dad, stop it! Youre too old for this!

Taeyeon held her house phone and screamed at it like a fool, throwing the thing back on the side table with a loud clank.

But Taetae, his fathers voice rang clearly from the speaker phone, Shes your type! Youll like her, Im sure of it!

You dont even know my type, dad! You havent even met any of my exes!

Yes, I did!

Name one.

The line went silent for a moment, with Taeyeon staring at the phone. Seconds went by, and just when she thought the line went dead, her goof of a father spoke with so much pride, she could feel it slapping her on the face.

I met Jessica!

Jessica is my best friend, whats wrong with you!

What, really?

Yes! Taeyeon screamed again before sighing. You need to stop this, dad. I love you but this is too much. Im not marrying a stranger!

Thats why youre going to meet her first, silly Taengoo! Then youll fall in love at first sight, accept the arrangement and get married!

No!

Please, please, do this for daddy, pleeeaaaasssseee

Dad, no!

Taeyeon heard a sigh from the other line and she smiled, feeling a little victorious. Her dad sighing could only mean one thing, defeat.

Okay, he said dejectedly and it made her smile grow bigger.

Sweet victory, Taeyeon thought happily.

Ill make you a deal youll never refuse!

Or not.

Taeyeon covered her face with her hands and groaned, ruffling her hair as she plopped on her couch sideways.

Dad, she said, Trust me, there is no way

If you agree to at least meet her, Ill let you off to do anything you want.

Her ears perked and instantly she found herself sitting up, elbows leaning on her thighs and fingers interlaced in front of her.

Suddenly she felt nervous.

Im listening

There was some shuffling on the other line before she heard her dads firm voice, a hundred eighty degrees different from his previous playful whining.

Ill come back as soon as I can, kick you off the company myself, enrol you in that culinary school you like in Paris and let you study to be a chef like what youve always wanted.

Taeyeon couldnt help but gasp at her fathers offer.

Her hand instantly shot up and grabbed the receiver before pressing the earpiece on the side of her head really closely.

Youre kidding me, right?

No, I am absolutely serious.

Youd let me ditch my company responsibilities to chase my lifelong dream if I go and meet her? Just meet her?

Yes. And its a promise.

No take backsies? Even though I dont end up marrying her after the meeting?

No take backsies, Taetae. You know I always keep my word. That he does, she thought.

Taeyeon bit the nail on her thumb as she weighed her options. She could almost taste the freedom (and her nail) at the tip of her tongue.

But what if its a trap, she thought again. What if she gets shotgun wedded as soon as she goes off to meet the girl.

Worse of all, what if shes ugly?!

Her eyes widened at that thought.

I-Is she pretty? She asked, feeling a little shallow.

Oh, Taetae, shes beautiful!

Stop exaggerating!

Im not! I swear youll be eating your words once you see her. Youd be begging me to marry you two immediately. Taeyeon kept quiet while her dad continued to rain praises about her potential fiance, mentally listing the pros and cons of the whole situation.

It was her dream versus potential (and metaphorical) imprisonment, but the offer was just too tempting not to take.

And if her father said that the girl was pretty, then Taeyeon would take his word for it.

Okay. Fine, she said, finally accepting defeat. Ill do it.

Aha! Thats my girl! The old man screamed and clapped.

When can I meet her?

Ill tell my secretary to email you the directions to their private estate on the South, should take you about a day to reach by driving. What?! Ill have to drive there for a day?!

Road trips are the best, my lovely daughter! You should enjoy nature every once in a while!

Youre the one who shoved me into the company to take over while you go travelling around the world! I havent had any breaks since forever!

Oh, right. But hey, at least youd be able to study in Paris soon! Delaying gratification Taetae, delaying gratification. Also, you could use the time to unwind for a little bit before meeting your future wife.

He ended that with a giggle and Taeyeon wanted to kill herself.

Whatever, dad. When are you coming back anyway?

Soon. Im still not done visiting the other sights here, and now that Ive found my best friend, its going to be twice as fun!

Fine. Take care of yourself, old man. See you soon. Love you.

Love you too, Taengoo! Ill bring you lots of souvenirs. Bye!

Bye.

Taeyeon shook her head as she ended the call, dragging herself off the couch towards her mini bar to grab a shot of her strongest liquor.

She downed a shot, and another, and another, until she felt her world starting to spin. She slumped her torso on the bar counter and looked at the family photo hanging on the wall next to her.

It was a photo of her parents hanging upside down after bungee jumping, their huge smiles showing how happy they were at that moment while giving peace signs at the camera. Taeyeon couldnt help but smile back, remembering how hard it was for her to press the shutter button because of laughing so hard at her goofy parents.

Her dad was crazy for asking her such a huge request, she admit, and Taeyeon thought, with a sad chuckle, what her mom would have done if she was still there with them.

Mom, she whispered to the picture, Ill never understand why you married dad. Hes just so spontaneous, its getting hard for me to follow him sometimes.

Taeyeon sighed as she stared at the photo before laughing to herself.

Scratch that. Youre both crazy.

With one last shot, she headed to her room with wobbly steps, silently psyching herself for an adventure.

Are you really gonna do this, Taeng?

The shorter girl stopped halfway from entering her walk in closet to stare at her best friend who was lounging lazily on her bed, fiddling with the new phone she had asked her to buy.

Jessica, one word: Paris.

With that she continued pulling random clothes from her wardrobe before throwing them back on the bed, returning with a small duffel bag in her hands.

Your dad really knows how to make a deal, doesnt he? No wonder everyone wanted to be his business partner.

Yep, hes really smart, Taeyeon agreed as she continued to shove the clothes inside the bag. But my mom was the genius one.

She saw Jessica looking up at her on her peripheral, giving her a soft smile that only she receives from the latter.

Too bad I didnt get to meet her. I really wanted to.

She wouldve liked you. She likes befriending scheming people.

Hey!

Taeyeon snorted as she zipped her small travel bag before dusting her hands.

Jessica got off the bed and handed her the new phone, the same model with the one she threw off the building. She thanked her best friend with a grin before pulling her in for a hug.

You sure youll be fine by yourself? She heard Jessica ask, the two of them still tangled in a tight embrace. I can go with you if you want.

Nah, Ill be fine. Thanks, Sica.

She playfully patted her on the butt and it earned her a giggle and a slap on the back.

Call me if theres anything, okay?

I will.

This was it, Taeyeon thought, feeling the weight of her duffel bag on her shoulders.

She had already cleared her schedule for the whole weekend, informing everyone at the company that she would be going on a personal trip.

And so she stood there inside her family homes garage, in front of multiple cars, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, looking every bit of a kid that she was. With her duffle bag in hand, she passed by all the available ones as she contemplated on what to take.

She skipped all the coupes and luxury cars, opting for something simpler.

Her eyes widened and twinkled as she remembered something, and with hurried steps, she went to the farthest side of the garage, smiling as she saw the covered truck.

Mom, I know this is your doing.

Taeyeon tilted her head upwards and closed her eyes before slamming her forehead on the old steering wheel. She let her face stay there, making the horn blare continuously.

She whined and threw tantrums inside the old truck that her mom used to own before heading out, having no idea why the vehicle suddenly stopped. She kicked the front wheel in frustration, muttering curses at everything.

I thought you were on my side! Were supposed to stick together against dad, remember?! Taeyeon yelled at the blue sky, cupping the side of her mouth to make her screams sound louder, hoping that her mom would hear her, as childish as it may sound.

And of course this has to happen in the middle of nowhere where there is no phone reception. Of course

Just when she was about to throw her phone against the asphalt, she heard the rumbling sound of an engine approaching. Soon enough (and to her surprise and amusement) a pink and black chopper passed by before slowing down, parking just behind her truck.

Need help?

Taeyeon couldnt help but raise her eyebrow at the long haired, aviator-wearing biker, and her ripped jean shorts and loose tank top that barely covered anything. She gawked, openly, because she had never seen anyone so attractive and beautiful in her life.

You okay there?

An amused chuckle reached her ears and Taeyeon snapped from her shameless gawking.

Sorry, I was just Uh Yeah. Hi.

What happened?

The painfully attractive biker gestured towards her truck with a nod, making Taeyeon remember her problem.

Im not sure, it just died on me.

Gas?

Still half full.

Hmm The biker removed her aviator sunglasses much to Taeyeons delight and realized she looked even more beautiful without it. I dont really know much about cars. If it was a flat tire, I could help you change.

Yeah, same here. Hmm, do you know if theres a town near here?

The nearest and only one is still a couple of miles away. Youd have your legs falling off and youd only be halfway.

Damn it, Taeyeon cursed, frustrated. As much as she didnt want to leave her mothers old truck, shed need to at least reach the next town so she could ask for help.

The other girl must have sensed her frustration, because she was beside her in an instant, offering an apologetic smile.

Im sorry I cant take you there, Im heading towards the other direction.

Oh, no. Its fine. I understand. She waved it off and smiled back, albeit small, reassuring the other.

You should go, Taeyeon then said, I dont want to keep you from your trip. Thank you for stopping.

She was about to return to her truck when the bikers hesitant voice stopped her in her tracks.

Uhm, she said as Taeyeon turned back to look at her. Why dont I just keep you company while we wait for someone to pass by?

She couldnt help but mirror the shy smile that the biker had on her face, and for the first time that day, Taeyeon felt a little better.

Id like that. Thanks.

Taeyeon gulped the last of her water before throwing the bottle in a plastic bag by her foot, full and satisfied with her simple dinner.

She watched as the biker did the same, dusting her hands as she placed the last bite of her sandwich in her mouth.

Before Taeyeon left the confines of her apartment, she prepared some food and drinks for the trip, and she thanked her ahjumma qualities for that because at least she had something to snack on now that she was stranded.

With a beautiful, mysterious biker girl nonetheless.

The sun had already set a few hours ago and still there were no signs of other vehicles, much to Taeyeons disappointment, but she was somehow glad that she wasnt alone.

Comfortable silence surrounded them, and it felt nice, Taeyeon thought, because the night sky was clear and the stars were pretty to look at.

So whats your story?

The question made her turn towards the other.

Up until now, even after spending hours together, Taeyeon still couldnt fathom how this rebellious looking girl still resembled the grace and attitude of a princess. She didnt want to judge, but this stranger was just so judge-able.

Youre staring again.

Im sorry, I just Taeyeon shook her head in amazement, earning her a cute giggle. Youre really pretty, do you know that?

Biker girl smiled and shrugged, and her nonchalance was another thing that Taeyeon liked about her.

So, will the stranger ever tell me her story?

Oh, right sorry, sometimes I forget my manners. Kim Taeyeon, by the way.

She offered her hand and waited for the other to shake it, smiling as the biker girl reached for it.

Hwang Tiffany, the other replied, leaning back on the metal after shaking her hand.

They had taken temporary refuge at the back of Taeyeons truck, sitting on the cold metal floors while they waited for other cars to pass by, eating the snacks that she packed.

So where are you heading to, Kim Taeyeon? And why are you driving a vintage truck?

Im on a trip to get my freedom, she answered with a grin, earning her an amused look. And this old thing here was my moms. I got a little sentimental and I just thought it was a great idea, like, really symbolical.

And now your sentiments got you stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Taeyeon laughed at that and the sound echoed through the quiet highway.

Yeah, pretty much, she said, still chuckling. I bet my moms looking down at me now, laughing her butt off.

She chuckled more and imagined her mom sitting on clouds while laughing at her.

The meaning might have reached the other girl because she became quiet all of a sudden, stopping Taeyeon from her chortling.

I-Im sorry, I didnt mean to

Dont be, shes in a better place now. How about you? What are you running away from?

Running away? Howd you say that?

Yeah, you know Taeyeon gestured at her get-up, Your whole look, your bike, everything. It just screams Im running away from the world.

Tiffany chuckled all of a sudden and it made Taeyeon smile.

That I am. Well, Im running away from someone whod take away mine.

Your?

Freedom.

Ah, Taeyeon nodded in understanding. I guess were both fighting for the same thing, huh.

I guess we are.

It became quiet again after that, signalling the end of the conversation, but Taeyeon didnt mind. It felt good in a way, because all of a sudden she didnt feel alone anymore.

She was worried at firstafraid even, that what she had decided to do just for the sake of chasing after her simple dream was idiotic and not worth it, especially when it involved something as big and as permanent as marriage.

But it was nice to know that she wasnt the only one struggling to be free.

Yawning a bit, Taeyeon shifted and looked for a more comfortable position, hoping to catch some shuteye since she felt like she needed to travel by foot in the morning.

She was about to fall asleep when she heard Tiffany speak again.

Say Taeyeon, do you have problems with skinship?

The weird question hung in the air and Taeyeon didnt know how to react.

Uh, no? She answered, unsure.

Good, cause Im sleepy.

Her eyes followed Tiffany as the latter moved closer to her from her previous spot, sitting so closely that their elbows were touching. A head landed on her shoulder not long after and she stiffened a bit before finally relaxing.

Sleep, Tiffany murmured from her shoulder, I dont think there would be any more cars that will pass tonight.

Uhm. Okay.

Night, Taeyeon.

Goodnight, Tiffany.

Hey, wake up. Taeyeon, wake up.

Soft pats on her cheek woke Taeyeon up with a jolt, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she squinted at the bright sun. She looked at the person beside her and furrowed her eyebrows, waiting for her brain to put a name on the face shes seeing.

Whats happening? She asked with her hoarse voice, finally remembering where she was and who she was with.

I can hear a car coming.

WhaReally?

Tiffany jumped off the back while Taeyeon stood up and looked for the incoming car. She saw it approaching from not too far away and started to wave.

Hey! She yelled, hoping to catch the attention of the driver.

Soon enough, the car stopped beside their stalled truck, the driver asking what happened.

Taeyeon stayed where she was and let Tiffany talk to the kind-looking old man, waiting for good news. And when Tiffanys lips tugged up in a wide smile when she turned back towards her, Taeyeon felt like everything will be alright again.

Sorry, I couldnt drive you there.

Taeyeon took her small duffel bag from the passenger seat and locked the truck, patting it before walking away with Tiffany beside her.

The old man had offered Taeyeon to take her to the estate since he was heading the same direction, clearing the biggest of her worries.

Its okay. Thank you for helping a stranger, though. I really appreciate it.

No problem.

They stopped beside the waiting car and stayed there, waiting for something, anything.

You should go. Your freedoms waiting.

Taeyeon chuckled and scratched the back of her neck, looking up at Tiffany who was giving her a soft smile.

Yeah, I guess should. Well, you take care, Tiffany.

The biker girl nodded at her before fake saluting, sending her a playful wink as she turned back to head towards her chopper. Taeyeons eyes never left her until she was perched on her motorcycle, and when Tiffany revved up her bike, she felt her heart jumpstart too.

Wait!

Before she knew it, she was already jogging towards the other girl, mind in a whirl and her body moving on its own.

Taeyeon fished her wallet from her pocket clumsily, pulling out a piece of paper.

H-Heres my card, my personal numbers at the back. If, Taeyeon breathed out before continuing, her voice shaky, I-If somehow you get into the big city and want to meet up, just call me. Any time, okay? Also if you need anything, anything at all, please dont hesitate to contact me.

I will. Goodbye, Taeyeon. Ill see you around.

A kiss on her cheek and an empty hand was what Tiffany left her when she rode her bike down the road, and it was only then that Taeyeon felt like her mini adventure had come to a premature end.

Taeyeon felt like she came at a really bad time.

Im really sorry you had to witness all this chaos, Miss Kim. Let me take you to the living room first.

When the guards at the front gate of the estate had confirmed her identity and purpose of visit, she was immediately let in the huge villa, only to find the whole house in total panic.

Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. I just have to deal with a very important matter and I shall join you again soon.

Take your time, please. Dont worry about me.

She checked her phone when she was finally alone, relieved that the service was back. Typing a long, detailed message to her family butler, she informed him of the location of her moms stalled truck and asked for him to retrieve it, also to send another car for her use at the estate.

After a few more messages sent to her father and best friend, she was now left idle.

Heaving a tired sigh, she leaned back on the comfortable sofa and let her body rest for a bit.

Suddenly she had thought of Tiffany Hwang, the girl who was too inappropriately dressed for her own good. Taeyeon hoped that she was now in a faraway place, far enough to protect her freedom, much like how she was just a tiny bit step away from her getting her own.

And maybe someday, if fate would allow it, they could meet again somewhere, both free, happy and contented.

She smiled at the thought but immediately straightened up when the lady who welcomed her into the villa came back with a still-troubled expression, making her feel suddenly anxious.

Miss Kim, I have something to confess to you, the lady sighed as she sat across from her, The reason why the whole estate was in a frenzy was because my daughter whom youre supposed to meet today ran

Just then, a man in a black suit and dark sunglasses walked in with urgency, addressing the woman in front of her.

Maam, we found her. The team just entered the gate and are on their way back to the main villa.

Relief became evident on the ladys face and for the first time since Taeyeon arrived, a genuine smile had finally blossomed on her lips.

She watched her with great curiosity as she dismissed the man, but the anxiety had started to build up in her stomach, making her uncomfortable.

I apologize for everything, Miss Kim, really. I know its already too much but Im going to ask for you to wait a little bit more.

The short girl just nodded, feeling her palms starting to sweat from the nerves. She wanted nothing more than to meet the girl her dad wanted her to meet, to introduce herself and to get it over with. Paris was already calling out to her, and she couldnt wait to leave on the earliest flight to France.

Whatever happens from this moment on, she will not let anyone hinder her from being a chef.

Soon enough, muffled shouting and the sound of collective footsteps heading their way filled her ears, making her more anxious than ever.

Let me go, you gorillas! Stop dragging me; I can walk by myself!

Taeyeon swallowed, audibly. That voice sounded really familiar.

Ow! My tummy hurts, stop! Help

Were not falling for that again, Miss Hwang. Now come on, your mother and your guest are waiting.

No, I dont want to! Let me go!

The first thing Taeyeon did when she had finally seen her being dragged comically by two bodyguards was to breathe out; releasing the breath she didnt know she was holding.

Still dressed in that familiar cropped jean shorts and loose tank top, she had never seen anyone so perfect in almost tattered clothes, but Tiffany had made it look like so, twice, even with her frowning, angry face.

Honey

No mom, save it. I dont care what daddy says, I am not marrying a

Hi.

stranger

And at that point in time, it was Taeyeons turn to chuckle, because Tiffany Hwang was openly gawking at her, much like how she did when she first met the beautiful stranger.

Part 2

When Tiffany received a call from her mother telling her to come down to their private estate on the South for a short spontaneous break, she all but willingly cleared all of her schedule for the whole week, squealing like a cute little kid in her lavish office located in the big city.

Mom, youre a life saver! You have no idea how much I needed a break!

Thats why I called for you, honey. Your dads working you too much. Now go home so you could pack, we need a mother-daughter bonding again soon!

I know, right! Tiffany gushed on the phone with her mom while she gathered all her stuff so she could leave the office early to pack.

Oh, by the way, you dont need to inform the board about your trip, Ive already fixed everything.

The overly excited girl smiled wider and thanked her mom with aegyo, earning her a soft giggle from the lady on the other line.

Be careful on the road, okay?

Yes mom, she said as she exited her office, waving goodbye to her secretary. Ill see you in two days. Love you!

Love you too! Bye!

Bye!

With a spring in her step, Tiffany skipped towards the elevator, smiling widely to herself.

Surprise! Youre getting married!

What?!

Youre getting married! Isnt it exciting?!

Daddy, are you crazy?!

Of course not, sweetie! Im perfectly well!

Tiffany stared at the screen of her laptop, dumbfounded, not because her weird father was showing his nonexistent biceps, but because of the maddening news.

Her father had been out of the country for half a year now, gone tropical country hopping, looking for potential business locations to expand their corporate empire. She had been all for it; didnt mind that her dad had to appoint her as temporary CEO, doubling her workload.

Daddy, you cant just go and drop this on me! This is so out of the blue!

What are you talking about? Ive already talked to your mother about this! It was her idea!

Tiffanys head whipped towards the couch where her mom sat a while ago, eyes widening when she had realized that the old lady wasnt there anymore. The door creaked and she saw her mom slipping out before slamming the door shut.

Mom! Come back here!

She slapped her forehead and groaned, finally realizing that the spontaneous break that her mom had offered was nothing but a dirty plan.

Thats why she had been so jumpy ever since I arrived this afternoon, Tiffany thought.

and she is really cute! Really petite! Im sure youll like her! My best friend showed me a picture

Tiffany didnt bother listening more and just closed the laptop lid, ending her conversation with her dad abruptly. She groaned some more and stood up, heading out to where her mom would be hidingin the kitchen.

She was right.

Along with at least twenty other more people, her mother was indeed inside the kitchen looking very busy ordering everyone on what to do.

Moving stealthily, she grabbed her mothers arm when she was near enough and dragged her out of the kitchen.

Mommy, we need to talk.

Whats there to talk about, honey?

Moooooommmm!

Tiffany whined at her mothers innocent smile and the older lady finally let out an amused giggle when she stomped her feet like a toddler.

Lets go for a walk, sweetie.

What Tiffany loved about this place was that not only was the estate situated in a very peaceful and lush part of the country, but also because this was where she grew up and spent most of her childhood, running along the halls of the huge villa while being chased playfully by her father.

She had so many fond memories in that place, and even though she had to continue her life in the big cityto study and later on, to work in her fathers companyshe had always longed to go back and spend some time with her parents.

Tiffany let her mom lead her out towards the garden, their arms linked and their happy voices echoing through the hallways. She had missed this, bonding with her mother to talk and gossip about useless and random things, just letting the time tick away like it wasnt important for once.

Ive missed this place, Tiffany said softly, sighing as she sat on the wooden lawn chair right across her mother.

You need to visit more often, honey. It gets lonely here sometimes, especially when you and your dad are in the city.

Tell that to daddy, he never gives me long breaks.

Well, youre in one now.

Her mothers cheeky grin, the one she supposedly inherited, showed itself on the old ladys face and she groaned, suddenly remembering why they were out there in the garden at the first place.

Mom, this thing Tiffany said as she pinched the bridge of her nose, This marriage thing What are you trying to do?

Tiffany, sweetie, her mom scolded, Dont think I didnt know about that awful break up you had with whatsherface. I told you, shes not good for you.

Ugh, you didnt have to remind me, mother.

Tiffany knew and admitted that her previous relationship was a severe lapse of judgement on her part, because the girl she dated was a shameless jerk (according to both of her family and friends), yet she still went with it. They have been dating for a few months already when she had caught her cheating at her, with an ugly guy nonetheless.

Turned out, her ex was really straight and just dated her because she was rich. Typical, she thought.

Thank god she never gave her anything really expensive except for that Prada purse.

You know, honey, her mom started softly, the old ladys voice drawing her back to the conversation, When you came out to me and your dad, I felt really happy. I felt like I gained a son all of a sudden!

Mom! Im too beautiful to be a guy! Tiffany answered back as she hit her mothers thigh lightly, laughing at the silly thought of her having a moustache.

Of course you are, honey. Youre my daughter after all.

The proud smile on her mothers face almost made Tiffany tear up, because honestly, not everyone was welcoming and accepting like her parents were. They were the best, she had deemed, and she wouldnt have them any other way.

So lets talk about your engagement! Oh my god, I am so excited!

Okay, maybe not that perfect.

Can we please not talk about this? I really dont want to be in this Tiffany gestured wildly with her hands, This thing! Whatever this is!

Oh, but honey, your daddys best friends daughter is really cute!

Cute?! You want me to marry a kid?!

She wanted to bite her tongue for saying that, because now her mother was giving her suggestive smirks.

Why, the old lady chided, How does my daughter like her woman?

Tiffany gasped, scandalized yet undeniably amused.

Mom! Thats embarrassing! But if! she exclaimed, smiling slyly, If I were to marry, Id like my wife sexy and matured.

Aaaww, youre just like your father!

Her mom looked at her rather proudly and she laughed at how silly the old lady was.

But mom, all jokes aside I really dont want to do this. You and dad, I love you both so much and you know that, but I am not gonna approve to this.

Tiffany held her mothers hand and gave it a light squeeze, hoping that the older lady would understand and feel her sentiments.

Her parents werent like thatthat much she knew. They valued other peoples decisions and feelings; never forced anything on anyone.

They were good people, and Tiffany felt very blessed to have them as parents, no matter how crazy they get sometimes.

A sigh reached her ears followed by a gentle squeeze on her hand.

Theres nothing in this world that Id want more than for you to be happy, my dear daughter. And even though you dont want to admit it, youre already in that age where you should be thinking about settling down.

I know mom, I justI dont want it to be like this, you know? Like Tiffany stopped as she felt her cheeks go warm. I want something nice and romantic to tell my kids someday and I just dont think an arranged marriage could do that

Silence dawned upon them, save for the sound of the crickets on the lawn and the rustling of the leaves whenever the wind passes.

Another sigh came out of her mothers mouth.

Could you at least meet her? I heard shes really nice. Maybe youd fall in love at first sight when you see her.

Tiffany whined and stomped her feet a few times.

What? Her mother asked, amused at her daughters tantrums, Im just saying! Youd never know What if she really is the one destined for you. I think that would be the most romantic thing ever!

She looked at her mom and frowned. Can I even say no?

Not really. Shes already on her way here. Shell arrive tomorrow!

Mom!

Tiffany let the cold breeze brush through her hair as she stood on her rooms veranda, thinking of tonights events while replaying the conversation she had with her mother.

What if she really is the one destined for you.

What if dad had a lapse in judgement and this girl was actually a psychopath and a serial killer She whispered to herself.

In less than twenty four hours, she will be meeting her supposed fiance, and she didnt know what to feel about it.

She was nervous, anxious and admittedly a little intrigued, but all of those were superficial compared to the heaviness that she was feeling in her heart.

Tiffany just wanted love like everyone else, and after multiple unsuccessful relationships, she was more than adamant in finding the right one, hopefully, in a more natural and less dictated way. She believed in fate and destiny, even serendipity, and she had always prayed for something romantic like in the movies, no matter how clich and silly.

Theres no way Ill meet her

So she made up her mind; her pride was to blame.

Tiffany was going to run away tonight.

Apologies had been written and folded neatly on her desk, and finally she was ready to slip away, carrying nothing but a small bag that fit an extra shirt, shorts, her wallet and her phone.

Earlier that night before she had decided to take a nap, she had already snuck in the garage to place her things in her car, but when she passed by her old yet well-maintained chopper, an unlikely gift from her father (it was pink so he bought it), her lips tugged up in a knowing smile.

And now the only thing she needed to do was to leave unnoticed.

Closing her door as quietly as she could, she tiptoed her way back towards the garage, only to be greeted by an overly jolly security guard.

Good morning, Miss Hwang! Youre quite early today!

Tiffany clamped her mouth, instantly, muffling the beginning of a shriek that came out of her mouth.

Jesus Christ, dont scare me like that! And why are you out here so early?!

My shift usually starts this early, Miss Hwang.

Oh Okay.

Tiffany eyed her motorcycle discreetly from where she was, contemplating on how to get close to the thing without looking suspicious. The guard was still starting at her with a goofy smile, looking a little too happy for her liking.

It was only four in the morning. Who in their right minds would be so jolly at work that early?

With a silent groan, she dragged herself away from the garage door, thinking of a Plan B.

Just then, Tiffany thought of something really stupid and hoped that it would still work.

Ow! She screamed, clutching her stomach before leaning dramatically on the wall beside her.

And right on cue, the smiley guard ran towards her, asking if she was hurt.

My t-tummyUuuggghhhhhh C-Can you get me medicine?

Y-Yes, Miss Hwang! Please wait here!

Tiffany was almost guilty because the guard looked genuinely concerned before he bolted off like a madman in search of medicine, but as soon as he disappeared around the corner, she immediately scurried towards the garage, retracted the kickstand of her bike and pushed it quietly towards the hidden dirt road at the back of the villahers and her dads secret shortcut.

When she was far enough, she double checked her belongings before riding the chopper, revving it up before driving off to the open highway with an excited scream.

Tiffany had watched the sun rose from the horizon, and for the first time in a long time she felt so alive.

She rode the empty highway with her arms outstretched and head tilted upwards, basking at the waking sun while she bid goodbye to the sleepy moon.

The engine of her chopper roared with every twist of the handle, drowning the sound of her continuously ringing phone, sending her father and farther away from her familys estate. She had a very good feeling just now, like something nice was going to happen soon.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP.

What the hell!

She almost lost her balance when she heard someones horn blaring, only to find the road still empty. Her furrowed eyebrows finally relaxed when she where it came from.

Tiffany almost laughed out loud when she saw a kid in a hoodie and jeans kicking the front wheel of her stalled truck, probably broken down judging at how old it looked. She finally let out a few loud chuckles when she had realized the irony.

She wanted to just leave the girl alone but something was screaming inside of her, telling her to stop and help.

So she did.

She slowed down and parked just behind the truck.

Need help? Tiffany asked, kicking the stand before getting off the chopper in a fluid motion. You okay there?

She chuckled when she saw the girl gawking at her shamelessly, but she couldnt blame her, her clothes barely covered anything.

The girl looked really young, though, like barely legal, and Tiffany didnt know why but she felt so drawn to her. When theyve talked, she was surprised by the girls maturity, and the more she stared at her, the more she felt inclined to know her.

She had asked simple questions but there was something about how she asked them that tickled Tiffanys interest, and when the shorter girl cursed out loud when she had told her that the nearest town wasnt for another few miles, Tiffany wanted nothing than to pet her head like a cute kid.

Im sorry I cant take you there. Im heading towards the other direction.

Oh, no. Its fine. I understand, the girl said, giving her an understanding smile, You should go. I dont want to keep you from your trip. Thank you for stopping.

When the shorter girl turned around and walked away from her, Tiffany felt something. Suddenly, there was a powerful urge to stop the other, and though she wasnt sure where that urge came from, she still followed it, calling out to the kid before its too late, not like she has somewhere to go with that broken truck.

Why dont I just keep you company while we wait for someone to pass by?

The smile she received was enough to make her feel better.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours, but she didnt mind, not at all.

Tiffany was comfortable in spite of the cold metal pressed on her exposed skin and the simple meal she had just eaten was the best she had in a long time.

Although she was generally a loud and talkative person, the silence that surrounded them at that time had been very welcoming.

Theyve talked for a while, exchanged names, discussed their plans about getting their freedom, and though it had only been a few words going back and forth in between them, Tiffany had already felt an affinity towards this girl named Kim Taeyeon.

She shivered a bit when the cool breeze suddenly blew, pulling her out of her slumber. Tiffany nuzzled the warm body beside her, pressing her face slightly on the soft material before opening her eyes slowly.

She lifted her head from the shoulder she was resting on and smiled, giggling silently at Taeyeons slightly opened eyelids and parted lips. The other girl was snoring lightly, making Tiffanys smile grow even wider.

Cute, she thought with a grin, suddenly remembering the girl she was supposed to meet today. If only her supposed fiance looked this adorable, then maybe, she would have considered it. Too bad, though, because there was no way shed know anymore.

Scooting a little bit closer, Tiffany returned to her previous position and just waited for sleep to take her once again, silently enjoying the unexpected comfort that the stranger beside her brought.

She watched as the gasoline pour continuously in her choppers gas tank, the sound of the liquid hitting the metal lulling her into a trance.

Tiffany could still feel her lips tingling, as well as the rest of her body, and she thought, unconvincingly, that it was only because of the wind hitting her as she rode the highway towards the North.

It was a spur of the moment thing, leaning towards Taeyeon before kissing her on the cheek, but she felt so good after it, like she had done the right thing, like how she had decided to stay behind to accompany her through the night.

When theyve parted ways, she felt sad, but the business card Taeyeon left her somehow made it bearable, and the thought of meeting again kind of excited her. There was neither a definite time, nor an assurance if it would even happen, but the thought enough made her smile.

But right now, she had a more pressing issue to deal with, and that was to reach her apartment in the city before deciding where to run off to next.

Checking her filled tank, she swung her legs and straddled the bike, only to have someones hand stop her by her shoulder.

Miss Hwang.

Tiffany slapped her forehead and shook her head, finally noticing two familiar cars beside her bike, and another one parked not too far away.

Damn it, she cursed, getting off her chopper before following the guy in a black suit towards the nearest car.

Tiffany heaved a sigh as she watched the trees that lined the road on the way to their estate, and she thought, wryly, if she would have escaped more successfully if she didnt stop to help Kim Taeyeon.

Probably, she said to herself, because staying with the other girl had delayed her travel for almost a whole day, and if she didnt stop, she would have already reached the city and was probably on her way to a new place by now.

Its not like she was leaving for good, she just wanted to go away for a whileaway from her family, her work, her friendsaway from everything familiar and safe. She had explained everything in the letter she left her mother, but now it was useless, because she was on her way back.

Weve just passed the gate. Please inform Madam Hwang that were nearing soon.

She heard the bodyguard sitting shotgun talked through his phone, and for the umpteenth time that day, she sighed, finally, almost, accepting defeat.

Tiffany was exhausted, frustrated and a little mad, and the way the bodyguards were dragging her irritated her more. She yelled and threw tantrums like a kid; she didnt care anymore.

Honey

No mom, save it, she said, cutting her mom off as soon as she saw her in the living room. I dont care what daddy says, I am not marrying a

Hi.

stranger

Tiffany felt her jaw unhinged when she saw Kim Taeyeon sitting across her mother, looking as much as the kid she was when she first saw her kicking the front wheel of her stalled truck.

Part 3

Taeyeon drummed her fingers on her expensive mahogany desk, staring at her phone while chewing on her bottom lip. She inched her hand towards the device but retracted as soon as her fingertip touched the edge, leaning back on her seat as she let out a huge sigh.

Being back in the big city brought an unexplainable uneasiness to her. She felt fidgety and restless with no apparent reason, and everything started when she left the Hwang Estate.

Just call her, she told herself, finally snatching the phone from her desk.

Scrolling down her contacts, she paused on Tiffanys name before hitting the call button with her eyes closed.

Before they parted, she asked for Tiffanys number, deeming that it was only fair since the latter already had her business card, but this was the first time she was going to contact her since they last talked and seen each other two days ago.

With a shaky breath, she pressed the earpiece on her ear and waited for the ring, only to be met by a recorded voice.

Sorry, the number you have dialled is currently unavailable.

She frowned. Right. Unavailable.

Taeyeons laugh reverberated in the empty veranda, her weird chortles sailing through the air, making the other girl beside her chuckle as well.

Why are you laughing?

She still couldnt believe it. Even though Tiffany was already standing beside her, mirroring her position, she still thought everything was a joke.

It was too good to be true. The coincidence was so farfetched and crazy and just downright creepy that Taeyeon couldnt help but laugh raucously.

Dont you find this funny? She tried to say in between her laughter. Cause I do. I really do.

Taeyeon felt like she just saw a galaxy exploding into a million stars, because thats how Tiffany looked like when she snapped from her stupor at the sight of her, almost seeing the gears in her head spinning in catastrophic speeds.

The frown flipped and the furrowed eyebrows rose as the other girl finally connected the dots, and even Madam Hwang couldnt handle the building tension, silently leaving the two of them alone in the living room along with the bodyguards.

Still, that happened hours ago, but Taeyeon was still feeling a little surreal until now.

Id like to think its fate.

That stopped her from laughing.

Tiffanys voice sounded shy but when she turned to her, she had the biggest grin on her face.

I dont really believe in fate, Taeyeon said and the frown that instantly appeared on Tiffanys face almost made her burst out into another fit of laughter, But thats a lovely way to put it.

It didnt take long for the silence to dawn upon them, especially when no one wanted to speak up after that. Taeyeon found it funny, though, because after sleeping together for a night, she didnt think theyd still be shy towards each other.

So What now? She asked, trying to ease out of the awkward air.

I honestly dont know

Dont you think were moving too fast, though?

What do you mean?

This is already our second night together.

Hey, watch it. Taeyeon snorted when Tiffany hit her on her arm. Youre not sleeping in my room.

Im kidding. But its not a bad thing. I like your company.

I like your company too.

Taeyeon nodded absentmindedly, looking over to where Tiffany was.

You know

The other girl threw her a questioning gaze, beckoning her to continue.

If youre afraid that Im going to take your freedom away from you, Im not, she said, smiling. So you dont need to run away anymore.

Why? Not your type?

What? No, no! Its not that, youYoure absolutely pretty! But I just have so many things I wanted to do first.

She rolled her eyes playfully when Tiffany snickered at her.

Thats nice to know. You dont know how hard it was to run away on a chopper.

Taeyeon laughed again after hearing that, and the rest of the night was filled with their comfortable chatter.

A knock on the door brought her back.

Miss Kim, you have a parcel from Chairman Kim.

Oh, thanks, she said, dismissing her secretary with a grateful smile.

Taeyeon tore through the envelop and gasped when she saw the contents.

She held in a squeal as she dialled for her dads number, never expecting the old man to act that fast.

Taengoooooooo!

Dad, I saw the letter. HowOkay, that was really fast, she said as she gawked at the acceptance letter from that culinary school in Paris.

Oh, Taetae, its all about connections! Have you seen your plane ticket? It should be there along with all the documents.

She sorted through the multiple papers and smiled when she saw the first class ticket.

Yeah, its here.

Youre leaving in two weeks. I figured you needed time to fix some stuff first or hang out with your friends before you disappear for years.

Dont exaggerate, Dad. Ill be back before you know it. But thank you. For everything.

Taeyeon heard her father sigh through the line.

Im sorry, Taetae. I know youve been wanting this ever since I shouldve done this for you a long time ago.

I understand, dad. You needed my help in the company. At least Im going now.

Yes, and Im expecting you to excel, okay? Lets talk about your restaurant business when you get back!

Taeyeon laughed. Her dads enthusiasm was really something.

Dont jinx me! I havent even started yet!

Nonsense! I know youll be able to do it! I cant see anything wrong with planning ahead.

She shook her head as she stood up, finally starting on clearing out her office.

Sometimes I feel like you overestimate me too much.

I dont. Youre my daughter. You have mine and your moms greatness in you.

Smiling, she took the framed family picture on her desk and stared at her moms huge grin.

Mostly moms.

Ah, that I agree.

She laughed as she continued clearing her desk, dumping everything unceremoniously in the box she brought.

Im sorry I wouldnt be able to see you off, Taetae. But Ill visit you there before I go back to work.

Its okay, dad.

Placing the phone on her desk, she hit the speaker phone button before continuing her packing.

So

Hmm?

Hows my best friends daughter?

The question made her stop mid packing. She looked at her phone and she was sure that her father would tease her, but she couldnt escape the query either.

Sighing, she let a small smile tug at her lips before she continued to fix her things.

Well, youre right. Shes really beautiful.

Aaaww, thank you!

Her ears perked at the familiar voice and her head snapped towards her door, only to find it open with Tiffany leaning on it with a huge smile.

WhaTiffany?! What are you doing here?!

Ooooohhh. I guess Ill call you back later, Taetae. Enjoy!

Taeyeons father had ended the call before she could even scramble back to her desk to retrieve it. She cursed to herself, feeling her cheeks getting warm and her palms starting to sweat.

Please ignore my dad, hes crazy. And please ignore the mess too, Im in the middle of packing.

I can see that, Tiffany said, amused. And I know how you feel about the crazy parents.

She watched Tiffany enter her office, going around the piles of boxes until she was close to her desk.

Hi!

Taeyeon couldnt help but smile at Tiffanys huge grin and enthusiastic greeting, and she thought, as she looked at her decked in a crisp skirt and suit, that she looked so very different from the biker chick she met just a few days ago. Not that its a bad thing, because seeing Tiffany could never be bad.

Nope. Never.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, I was in the area. I tried calling you but your phone was unavailable so I just decided to drop by and get you myself.

She raised her eyebrows at that. Get me yourself?

Would you like to get an early dinner with me?

Tiffanys smile had become softer, almost shy, and there was no way Taeyeon could ever say no to that face.

Id love to.

Taeyeon thoroughly enjoyed that meal; it was probably the best she had since a very long time, and to think that it was just a simple sandwich at a humble diner, the thought of that alone baffled her to no end.

I need to know whats in this sandwich, she even said, earning her an amused chuckle from her new friend.

But now they were on their way back to her office, opting to just walk since it wasnt that far.

They talked while they ate, about her agreement with her dad and her plans. Tiffany had listened patiently, gave her own opinions and shared a lot of things about her too. It was rather funny, because they knew about each others companies, but it never came across their minds that their parents were actually friends.

So Paris, huh?

Yep.

Why Paris?

Taeyeon looked at the girl beside her and paused, grimacing a bit when she saw the encouraging look. Youd laugh at me if I tell you.

I wont, I promise.

She narrowed her eyes at her.

What? I promise, okay!

Fine, Taeyeon sighed. Have you seen Ratatouille?

What?

Ratatouille, the animated film? With the cooking rat?

She watched Tiffanys lips twitch.

Youre kidding me, right?

Taeyeon shook her head and Tiffany finally guffawed.

Hey! You promised you wont laugh!

But its really silly!

This is why I dont like telling people about it!

She wanted to storm off but the other girl already had her hand on her arm, pulling her back beside her. Taeyeon huffed when Tiffany looped her arm around hers.

Aaaww, Im sorry.

I know its silly but Its what I like to do so Yeah.

Her quiet voice must have alerted the other because the next thing she knew, she was already engulfed in a warm hug.

Sorry, Taeyeon, I didnt mean to laugh

Its okay, she patted Tiffanys back, Youre not the only one who laughed at it, to be honest.

One last squeeze and Tiffany pulled back from her, trapping her cheeks in between her hands instead.

If it would make you feel any better, youre cuter than Remy the rat.

Tiffany pinched her cheeks before bolting off, laughing.

Hey!

I never asked, but

It was already late when they got back to Taeyeons office, and since she didnt have anything important to do in the office the next day, Tiffany decided to stay and keep the girl company as she packed.

Hmm? She hummed lazily, scrolling down on her smart phone as she browsed for random things on the internet.

Dont you have anything you wanted to do? Like, a career you wished you had instead?

Not really, Tiffany answered, eyes still on her phone. I havent really thought about that.

Come to think of it, she hadnt really thought much about her future. She went to business school as soon as she graduated from high school, then to graduate school right after college. Her parents didnt stop her from doing anything she wanted, too, so now she wondered why the hell was she working under her fathers company when she couldve been doing something else.

Working in my dads company is enough for me, I guess, she said, more to herself than to Taeyeon.

The shorter girl was still packing her stuff, going to and fro the huge box in the middle of the office, chucking in anything she could get a hold of. Tiffany watched her move about efficiently, and she thought right then, that Taeyeon would probably be a natural in a busy kitchen.

She giggled at the thought, imagining the petite girl in her chefs outfit with matching toque, moving about while she ordered the sous-chefs.

You should come to Paris with me, you know, Taeyeon suddenly said. Explore, go around the city, see the sights? You might find something youd like to do there. Upgrade your chopper to a plane; youd reach more places with that.

Tiffany knew it was an offhanded remark judging by the way the other girl continued what she was doing without thought, but she felt something stir inside of herSurprise? Maybe. Excitement? Probably. But whatever it was, it felt really nice.

Her heart suddenly felt really warm.

Maybe I should, she said, smiling.

Sunny, what do you think of Paris?

Two words: Louis Vuitton.

Tiffany wanted to throw her planner at her best friend, but she was right about the luxury brand, and she would love to shop at other boutiques in that city, too.

But that wasnt what she meant.

Ever since Taeyeon had somewhat invited her to join her in her trip, Tiffany had been having second thoughts about everything in her life. Just an hour ago, she almost dozed off at a board meeting, because she was, well, bored.

And that never happened before.

She loved working for her dad, and she loved what she does. Yet now, she wasnt so sure anymore.

Tiffany got off from her chair and joined her best friend on the plush sofa, hugging a small pink throw pillow.

I mean, she started again, leaning back comfortably, What do you think of Paris. Like, in general?

Well, its a beautiful citythe city of lights, the city of love. But why the sudden curiosity?

Sunny looked at her with her head tilted to the side, the magazine she was leafing through temporarily forgotten.

Nothing, I was just Tiffany paused.

Why was she even curious? Its not life she hadnt been there before.

You were just?

I was just thinking of travelling. You know, vacation.

Oh, youre thinking of going to Paris?

Yes, something like that.

Her petite best friend hummed and nodded, picking up the discarded magazine before continuing to leaf through.

Paris is good, the smaller girl commented in agreement. You might even find a nice French girl while youre there.

That made Tiffany smile.

She watched as the small circular icon stopped turning on the middle of her laptop screen and a wide smile immediately plastered itself on her face as soon as she saw her father waving back at her.

Hi, honey! Hows my baby?

Dad, Im already an adult! Tiffany whined as her dad laughed heartily, suddenly missing the old man for being gone for so long.

Eh, youll always be my baby no matter how old you are. So, what does my baby want?

Dad, she started, Can I ask for a favour?

Sure, sweetie. Anything.

Id like to go on a long sabbatical.

Her fathers eyes instantly widen before switching into a more interested gaze, suddenly moving closer to the screen as if scrutinizing her.

May I ask why?

I want to travel.

Ooooh, interesting Okay!

Tiffany had her eyes almost falling from their sockets at the nonchalant answer, silently cursing at the fact that she had to go through an anxiety attack before she made the call.

What? Thats it?!

The old man looked at her confusedly. Why? You dont want me to allow you?

No! Its justThat was easier than I thought.

Well, youre more than old enough to do what you want, Fany. And what kind of father am I if I stopped you from doing that?

Wow, she whispered. Thanks, daddy!

Uh-uh, wait! Lets just make this clear I am not going to pay for any of your trips, okay?

Tiffany had to resist rolling her eyes at that. Of course, my dear father. I have my own money to spend.

Aha, good girl! Dont forget to tell your mom, okay? Call us every once in a while, you hear me?

Yes, daddy, of course. Love you!

Love you too, sweetie. Have fun!

Oh, she definitely will.

Good day, Maam. What can I do for you?

Hi. Can you book me a first class ticket on whatever flights leaving the closest at this time.

Tiffany handed her passport and credit card to the airport agent, who was looking at her like she grew another head.

If there are no more first class seats available, business class would do.

Please hold on for a moment, Maam.

She looked over at the agent who was typing away, feeling a little excited yet nervous at the same time.

Tiffany was a pretty adventurous person, but never in her life would she imagine that shed do something as crazy and impulsive as this.

After saying goodbye to her mother and father on the phone and getting a tight hug from Sunny, she ventured out to the airport with nothing but a small duffel bag, just enough to hold in her essentials. Since she didnt know where she would go first, carrying a light load would be more than sufficient.

Being at the airport again reminded her of Taeyeon, whom she had never heard from again after she had seen her off three days ago. The latter was more than ecstatic, though, especially when she had told her that she was going to see the world.

Tiffany opened a saved note on her phone and smiled at the apartment address that Taeyeon left her, telling her that she could visit any time she wants if ever she stopped by at Paris.

I definitely would, she had told her, earning her a smile and a thumbs up.

Maam.

Yes?

Tiffany turned back to the agent who handed her passport and credit card back, along with a ticket.

Ive managed to get you a first class seat on a last minute flight but I suggest you start running to the check in counter now. Your plane to Paris is leaving in twenty seven minutes.

Clutching all her belongings, she ran towards the check in counter after thanking the agent, continuing on to Immigration and finally to the gate, barely missing the flight.

Tiffany plopped on her comfortable seat, panting, finally realizing where she was headed.

Somehow she felt like the universe was trying to tell her something.

Part 4

Truth be told, this wasnt her first time being in Paris.

In fact, Tiffany had been in the city multiple times already, but the last time she visited for leisure was when she was still very young, barely able to understand the significance of the place. The other times after that had all been business tripsmeeting clients and potential investors that didnt last for more than a day.

So when her plane started to descend, she couldnt help but marvel at how the city glowed like a billion fireflies in a clearing, looking more enchanting than it already was.

The melodic chime of the intercom sounded in her ears, catching her attention from the window.

Ladies and gentlemen, zis is your capzain speaking, the captains crisp and heavily accented English followed soon after, making Tiffany giggle. It is now nine in ze evening, local time, wiz outside zemperature of seventeen degrees celcius.

A map of France with a small moving plane clipart lighted up all the screens, displaying the current time along with the weather.

We are now cruising az an altitude of eleven zhousand feet and well be landing in a few moments.

She closed her eyes and uttered a silent thanksgiving prayer for the smooth travel, finally hearing the landing gears being lowered and the wing flaps being adjusted.

Zhank you for flying wiz us and may you have a wonzerful stay in ze City of Lights

Tiffany opened her eyes and held in a gasp as she turned back to the window, almost pressing her face on the glass as she gawked at the perfect night view of Paris.

She could swear that the city wasnt as beautiful as this the last time she visited, or maybe, probably, because she didnt really care before.

A huge knowing grin tugged at her lips as she drank in the beautiful sight, and it was only then that she finally agreed, that getting on this plane was one of the best decisions she had ever made in her entire life.

Everyone, the captain spoke again. Bienvenue Paris.

The first thing she did when she got off the plane was call the hotel her fathers company partly owned, the place she usually resided in whenever she visited the city. She booked her usual suite, which was fortunately vacant, and asked to be fetched at the airport.

That hotel was the fruit of her own labour, flying back and forth just to meet up with a French business partner until theyve agreed on a mutual proposal. Her father had been so proud of her when she had closed it, and she was proud of herself as well, finally feeling useful in the company.

She was still young back then, a bit inexperienced and still easily intimidated, but her father had trusted her with the huge project without any doubts. Thats why the moment she and the French representative had capped their pens after signing the documents, she all but squealed happily on the phone with her dad, ignoring how loud she might have been.

Tiffany loved the place, too, not only because of the success it brought to her career but also because it had a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower, and it was near the shopping district, along with some of the nicest restaurants around.

And speaking of restaurants

Uhm, Franois?

The kind chauffeur looked at her from the rear view mirror, giving her a questioning yet friendly gaze.

Oui, Mademoiselle Hwang?

Do you know where this is?

Tiffany fished her phone from inside her bag and opened Taeyeons address before handing the device to the chauffeur, who slowed down on the busy street.

Ah, oui! Iz not far from ze hotel.

A smile instantly graced her lips, suddenly feeling excited.

Can you drive me there tomorrow?

Of course, Mademoiselle! The chauffeur said enthusiastically as he handed her back her phone. Iz no problem!

She took the device and sat back more comfortably, an unexplainable giddiness creeping in her body.

Tiffanys first morning in Paris was everything but mediocre.

The Eiffel Tower greeted her as soon as she opened her eyes, and the early mist that surrounded the city made it all surreal.

All signs of jetlag were gone and she was thankful for that, smiling through half lidded eyes as she expected a fun day in Paris.

Since she had just packed light because her first destination was unknown, she had just opted to buy the things that shell need when she reaches that country. But now that shes in Paris, Tiffany thought that it wouldnt hurt to shop for more.

Franois opened the car door for her as soon as she stepped out of the hotel, giving him a grateful smile before she slid in the back seat. She made herself comfortable and waited for the cheerful driver to get in.

Where to, Mademoiselle Hwang?

Take me to the shopping district, sil vous plat.

Oui, Mademoiselle.

Merci, Franois.

Tiffany wished that Sunny could be there with her, shopping till their arms fall off or until their cards get scratched to the point of uselessness.

Her eyes twinkled at the line of boutiques standing side by side, with the newly released designer bags and shoes and clothes beckoning her to buy from their respective store windows.

She didnt know where to go first, to be honest, and when she turned to her side to ask Franois, who was in charge of taking her around the city, the poor chauffeur just shrugged before pointing at the nearest boutique.

Lets go!

Non, non, non!

Tiffany grimaced a bit when she almost dropped the expensive bag she had in her hands, turning towards the lady who had been there ever since she entered the boutique. She was surrounded by a couple of people, a team Tiffany deduced, fussing over her with a bunch of dresses and accessories and shoes that, for a lack of a better word, hideous.

Non! Zis isnt working! Do you people even know what youre doing?!

The lady continued to flail her hands in disappointment, almost hitting a staff on the face. Her heavily accented English reverberated inside the quiet store, drowning out the staffs apologies.

Returning the bag quietly, Tiffany opted to just move on to another store before she gets into the messy flurry. She moved discreetly towards the back of the store so she could sneak out and exit unnoticed, but

H!

Tiffany stopped on her tracks instantly, her right foot hanging in mid step. She gulped and willed herself to look at the woman who was standing in the middle of the room, raised in a circular platform, wearing terrible designer clothes and accessories. The large full body mirror reflected her piercing gaze, making Tiffany swallow some more.

M-Moi? She asked, pointing to herself.

Oui! Asian girl at ze back. Come, come.

With shaky steps, she inched towards the lady that was beckoning for her to come closer.

Closer, ma chrie, let me zake a good look az you.

With pursed lips and satisfied nods, the lady scrutinized every inch of herfrom head to toe and backand Tiffany could swear that this was the very first time she ever felt nervous.

Really nervous.

Trs bon! The lady suddenly exclaimed, making Tiffany jump a little. I like what youre wearing, zear! Who is your stylist?

Uhm

Everyone was looking at her expectantly, especially the lady. The team of stylists were watching her anxiously, too, as if silently pleading for help.

I, Tiffany said, softly, I dont have one I pick my clothes myself

It took a few seconds before the lady exploded in amazement, complimenting her style as the latter held her by the shoulders and turned her around to take another good look at everything she had on. Tiffany had blushed all throughout, smiled until her cheeks hurt and her jaw numb.

I have zis very important gathering zo azzend zis weekend, the lady suddenly said with her very accented English, If you were zo dress me, what would you make me wear?

Hmm

The gears in Tiffanys head started to turn as she took note of what the lady was currently wearing, and it was very unfortunate that the unnecessary layers and bad choices of colors had hidden away the womans strong and complimenting features.

She raised her hand and gestured at the horrible blazer.

Firstly, I think you would look better if you take this off

Needless to say, after a mere twenty minutes, Tiffany had managed to put together a perfect ensemble, even gave a few suggestions on how to style the ladys hair.

The woman had thanked her for it, even offered to pay her for the styling, but Tiffany waved it off with a smile and a very cheerful I had fun.

Merci beaucoup, ma chrie, really, the lady said before entering her limousine, You already have my card. Dont forget zo call me zonight, okay Tiffany? I have zo go. Au revoir. la prochaine!

After a kiss on both cheeks, the lady finally rode away in her luxurious car, leaving a waving Tiffany on the sidewalk with a very confused chauffeur.

Lets get going, Franois. I just need a few more things then well go back to the hotel.

Oui, Mademoiselle.

Taeyeon thought it would have been better if Tiffany went with her, because by then she wouldnt have to feel lonely, just like now.

Paris was a beautiful city, and finally that dream she had been aiming for was at reach, but suddenly she felt weird about itlike something was missing, something really important.

When she landed three days ago, the first thing she did after she got off the plane was to check her documents, leafed through everything just to be sure she didnt forget anything. She had checked twice, thrice, and even more than that until she realized she needed to head out soon, but as she sat on her taxi on the way to her apartment, she still felt like something wasnt right.

Taeyeon hadnt slept properly that first night, opting to just stare outside her bedside window that had an awesome view of the Eiffel Tower, just waited for sleep to take her. But when she woke up the morning after, the uneasiness didnt go away.

There she was three days after, feeling a little bettera bit miserable, but slightly better. She no longer had that uneasy feeling, just a small voice at the back of her head whispering unintelligible words to her that sounded mostly like miss, her and Tiffany.

A knock on her door made her get up from her couch, albeit begrudgingly, groaning as she dragged herself towards the foyer.

Her apartment wasnt as luxurious as her penthouse suite back home, but it was really cozy and comfortable, not too big and not too small for someone like her. She had thanked her father for it numerous times when she had finally seen the living space in person, praising the old man and his staff for their impeccable taste.

Another knock forced her to speed up, calling out to whoever was at the other side of her door to wait for a moment.

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Seulement une minute! She yelled, half annoyed and half curious at the unexpected visitor.

Yanking the door open harshly after unlocking, Taeyeon felt her tongue recede back to her throat.

Bonsoir!

She couldnt tell if it was Tiffanys sudden appearance that made her heart skip a beat, or the fact that the other girl had just greeted her in French in her cheerful yet husky voice. Either way, she was standing there in front of her, with that goofy wide grin, looking all sorts of beautiful and perfect with her simple casual outfit and wavy hair cascading down her shoulders.

Surprise! Tiffany adorably squealed in French.

Surprise, indeed.

Wow

Taeyeon chuckled as she placed the cup of tea carefully on Tiffanys waiting hands, making sure that it wont spill. The girl was still busy gawking at the view outside her window, staring at the bright tower that lit up the whole Parisian night sky.

Thats the first thing that comes out of my mouth whenever I wake up.

And here I thought the view from my hotel room was the best.

She watched Tiffany drank from her teacup and she couldnt help but stare at how the latters lips wrapped on the edge of the cup delicately, leaving a tint of her red lipstick when she pulled back.

Taeyeon unconsciously licked her lips as Tiffany did the same, but when the other girl turned her head towards her, she diverted her gaze instantly.

So how long are you gonna be here for? She asked, hiding her flushed cheeks from almost being caught.

Honestly? I dont know. I havent done anything much yet, anyway. I just landed last night.

Oh, right.

So, have you started your classes?

No, not yet. I still have a week, I think.

Tiffanys face lit up excitedly and Taeyeon grimaced at how evil it looked.

Good! You can still go around with me!

I thought you said you already have a chauffeur?!

Well, I dont need a chauffeur, Taeyeon, Tiffany told her, rolling her eyes playfully, I need a friend who can show me around!

Tiffany was looking at her with a pout, arms crossed on her chest, looking like a kid a quarter her age. She was leaning on the windowpane, eyeing her disappointedly.

Little by little, Taeyeon felt her lips tug at the edges, smiling a bit before chuckling. She saw Tiffanys lips twitch a bit, too, holding in a smile.

Fine, the shorter girl sighed in fake defeat. We can go around in my moped.

At the way Tiffanys eyes twinkled and her lips split open into a wide grin, Taeyeon was so sure that she looked a hundred times brighter than the Eiffel Tower that evening.

*Bienvenue Paris. Welcome to Paris.

Oui Yes

Sil vous plat. Please.

Merci Thank you

Non No

H! (used to catch someones attention)

Ma chrie my dear

Trs bon! Very Good!

Au revoir Goodbye

la prochaine! Until next time!

Seulement une minute! Just a minute!

Bonsoir! Good evening!

Part 5

Wow. This This is just

Beautiful

Taeyeon grimaced as she bit her tongue, but it was too late.

The word had already left her mouth and there was no way to take it back anymore, but just like how she had been considering herself lucky these past few days, Tiffany didnt notice that it was actually for her.

Yeah, thats right, she heard her say as the latter turned to her with a smile, Its beautiful.

The sun had been down a couple of hours ago and they were now standing at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, resting for a bit after going around the city the whole morning and afternoon.

Three consecutive days theyve spent almost attached at the hip, combing through the city in Taeyeons moped (a gift from her dad for easy travel, he said), decked in pink and blue helmets.

Theyve visited shops, ate at all the restaurants especially the ones hidden away from the main traffic, and visited all the museums.

Taeyeon felt like she was on vacation, and it was the first time she really had fun ever since she had arrived almost a week ago. Gone were her worries and uneasiness, and she thought, as she stared at Tiffanys side profile that was being highlighted by the Eiffel Towers warm lights, that it was only obvious why she was feeling that happy, and that her dad was probably right.

And she hated it whenever her father was right.

Usually, she would debate with him, list all her argument points until she closed all loose ends and covered all loopholes, but with this one she was readily accepting defeat.

Taeyeon, maybeno, most definitelyhad fallen in love with her dads best friends daughter.

It might not have been love at first sight, as her father had predicted, but it was definitely more than just admiration.

A growling sound reached Taeyeons ear, snapping her from her thoughts.

Oops

She chuckled when Tiffany grinned at her, flushed, embarrassed at her tummy.

Come on, I know a place that serves the best food youll ever eat here in Paris. Cheap and has a good view of the tower too!

Tiffany suddenly snatched the keys from her hand, bolting off before stopping a good distance away from her.

What are you waiting for, Tae?! She yelled, her loud voice echoing, Ill drive! Lets go!

Taeyeon took off after her as the other girl ran off again, screaming after the laughing girl.

Hey, do you even have a French license?!

If Tiffany had driven her down South that day her truck broke down, then it must have felt something like this.

She didnt know which one felt better, though, Tiffanys arms wrapped around her waist as they cruised around the streets of Paris, or her own pair latched onto the other.

Taeyeon had been shy at first, opting to just hold onto the grills at the back of her moped, but the other girl insisted, grabbing both of her hands and pulling on them before wrapping them around her own waist snugly, telling her to stick closer because she was feeling cold.

So she did.

She wrapped her arms around Tiffany tightly as she pressed her body on her back, hoping that the warmth that suddenly filled her was felt by the other, too.

Taeyeon could swear that she heard Tiffany sigh when she drew her closer, but the sound of her mopeds engine coming to life drowned it even before she could confirm anything.

So, where to, Mademoiselle Kim? Tiffany asked, bumping her helmet-clad head with her own playfully. She was turned towards her and Taeyeon could feel her breath hitting her cheek.

Just drive, Chauffeur Hwang. Ill tell you where to turn.

When Taeyeon first saw Ratatouille, she thought it was stupid.

A rat who cooked while perched on a kids head hidden under a toque was just a ridiculous idea, but as the movie ended with the credits finally rolling out, she suddenly decided that she was going to be a chef.

She saw how people became happy because of Remys cooking, how even the cold-hearted critique burst into emotions after just one bite, and she wanted that. Taeyeon wanted people to be happy with the food that she makesas simple as that.

And judging by how Tiffany had her eyes closed and her lips in a smile as she chewed on the simple dinner that she had cooked, she felt like shes close to achieving that dream.

Youre right, the other girl said, catching her attention from her own plate, this is the best.

Tiffany hummed some more as she placed another spoonful of pasta in her mouth, making Taeyeon smile.

Why thank you, Mademoiselle Hwang. Theres more in the pot if you want?

The other girl shook her head as she tried to swallow whats in her mouth, raising her palm and gesturing for her to wait for a moment.

It was times like this when Taeyeon would feel her heart beat a little faster and slower at the same time, because Tiffanys quirks were all adorablesomething she had been noticing quite often latelyand she just couldnt help but adore every single part of her.

How come you still wanted to study when youre already this good? Tiffany asked after swallowing, reaching for the glass of red wine Taeyeon had set out for her.

I lack the proper techniques. I just learned all these, Taeyeon gestured at the food, from watching cooking shows and reading cook books in between my company duties.

Well, I think youre really made for the kitchen, the other girl commented before shoving another spoon in her mouth. Wow, this is soooo good

Taeyeon chuckled before digging on her own plate.

You never told me you could ride a motorcycle.

Taeyeon turned away from the view outside her window, leaning on the windowpane as she faced Tiffany who was comfortably lounging on her sofa after eating so much.

After the simple dinner, Tiffany had volunteered to wash the dishes, but after eating almost everything, just standing up from her chair had been a struggle. So Taeyeon just let her sit there while she washed everything she had used, and by the time she was finished, Tiffany had finally digested.

Only bicycles and scooters, Taeyeon answered back. I dont think I can handle something bigger, like your chopper.

She chuckled, suddenly remembering the pink bike.

Really, though, she teased, shaking her head, A chopper, Tiffany? Really?

Hey, my dad gave that to me, okay? It was a gift!

Oh? I wish my dad gave me a cooler bike too, like, a Ducati or something.

I think the mopeds perfect for you, though. You look cute on it.

Taeyeon pouted.

Thats the point; I dont want to be cute, she said with a grimace, I want to be sexy.

Tiffany laughed and Taeyeon pouted even more.

Aaaaww, the other girl cooed, How can you not be cute when youre pouting like that?

She watched her stand up from the couch, walked the few steps separating them. In seconds, Tiffany was already in her space, pinching her cheeks.

Whats wrong about being cute? Cute is nice, Tiffany teased, squishing her cheeks this time, trapping her face in between her palms.

Taeyeon felt herself blush, her squished face starting to feel warm. She wondered if the other girl felt it, but judging by the continuous pinching and squishing, she realized that the latter probably didnt care.

But you said you didnt like cute people

She lowered her head when she said that with her hushed voice, refusing to look at the taller girl who had stopped pinching her cheeks.

I guess I dont, but Cute people make me want to hug them like this

Taeyeon held her breath when Tiffany gently slid her hands down her jaw then passed her neck, pulling her into a warm embrace. She felt her heart beat wildly inside her chest, and this time she was sure that the other girl could feel it too.

Shyly, she lifted her arms, gingerly wrapping them around the slim waist. She closed her eyes when she heard Tiffany sigh in her ear. The other girl had been doing that quite often lately, she thought in passing.

They stayed like that for a while, neither one of them speaking. It was rather comfortable; felt really natural, like that night where Tiffany had slept on her shoulder at the back of her mothers truck.

Surely, it was a memory she wouldnt want to forget.

Are you abusing my non-aversion to skinship? Taeyeon asked, finally, breaking the silence with a soft chuckle, just enough for Tiffany to hear. She tried to ignore that fluttering feeling in her tummy, but it only intensified every time she breathed in.

Why, you dont like hugs, Mademoiselle Kim?

She chuckled at that, again, before drawing Tiffany even more closer to her.

And it was when the latter tightened the hold around her neck did she felt a mutual understanding.

I do, Mademoiselle Hwang. I like hugs very much.

Good, Tiffany answered back, and her voice sounded like she was smiling. I like hugs too, especially from cute people.

When Tiffany woke up on her hotel bed, she swore she could still feel the warmth that Taeyeons embrace left on her body. She smiled when she recalled all the teasing and all the laughing they did last night, especially the shorter girls weird chortles that come out whenever something relatively funny happens or gets talked about.

They spent the night talking about anything and everything, learning new things about each other as they go along, and when it had gotten too late, Taeyeon offered to take her back to the hotel on her moped.

The ride back to her hotel was too short and had ended too fast, but when Taeyeon shyly held her hand to stop her from going inside the lobby, Tiffany felt time slowed down. And when the shorter girl stood on her tippy toes to give her a soft kiss on her cheek, thanking her for the enjoyable day, she felt the world stop spinning completely.

The shorter girl had embraced her briefly then, before getting on her moped and riding away hurriedly, and by the time Tiffany had snapped from her stupor, the other girl was long gone.

She sighed, contentedly, rolling on her bed with a huge smile on her face.

After an hour of bumming around in her hotel room, Tiffany had received a call from Madame Cosette Dupont, the French woman she had helped at that one boutique while she was out shopping with Franois.

They had agreed to meet later that day, and though Tiffany wanted to spend the day with Taeyeon before she officially starts her culinary classes, she couldnt decline the other woman.

And so hours later, she found herself in an exclusive restaurant, sipping on the best wine she had ever tasted in her life.

Ah, Tiffany, Im glad you were able zo meez wiz me zoday! You shouldve seen mes amies, zey all loved my ouzfiz!

Madame Dupont

Oh please ma chrie, call me Cosette! Madame Dupont makes me feel really old.

In the short span of time Tiffany had spent with the lady, all have been good-natured and surprisingly a lot of fun. Yes, she was intimidated when they first met, but scary first impressions soon vanished when theyve actually talked, and not just about clothes, but also about everything.

Turned out, Cosette Dupont was a household name in France, very wealthy and very influential. Why she didnt have a good stylist, Tiffany would never know, but she was glad, kind of, because if Madame Dupont did, then she wouldnt have been offered this interesting proposition.

So, oui? Youre going zo do it, yes?

Cosettes hopeful gaze made Tiffany smile.

And right then, she had remembered her initial plan of travelling around the world, but she thought, with a sudden excitement brewing in her chest, that staying in Paris for a little while longer wouldnt hurt.

Also, because, there was a little cute someone in Paris that the other places in the world could never have.

Okay, Tiffany finally answered, nodding her head enthusiastically. Ill do it. Ill be your stylist.

Part 6

Honeeeey!!!

Tiffany almost dropped her phone on the floor when her moms voice suddenly blared from the device, deafening her for a good five seconds. She fumbled for it before it fell, shaking her head as she returned the thing to her ear.

Im so glad you called! Your dad and I miss you so much! Where are you now? Are you having fun? Did you get us souvenirs?! Her mom continued without missing a beat.

She wanted to roll her eyes from her mothers silliness, but she did miss her very much, and it was kind of her fault for not calling often.

Yes, hi mom, she finally said, I miss you and dad too. And Im here at Paris.

Oh, you went back? Werent you there months ago?

Well, uh, I kind of didnt leave.

Her mom had become quiet after that, probably still processing what she had said.