There are women who look beautiful and dazzling in dresses, without a lot of effort they can pull it off, and they appear to be so comfortable in those high heels and walk graciously and with so much confidence in this foreign glamorous world. Sohee certainly doesn’t belong to those fairy-like beings, living in their own and very different realm. She does envy them now and then, because truly who doesn’t want to be like the pretty people in magazines and movies? Life would be so much easier when dolling up would be as simple as it sounds. High heels are cursed weapons that constantly seek for blood and a desire to break ankles and women mastering them must be wizards, witches or immune to curses. She isn’t. Skirts or dresses would be less of a problem, really, if they weren’t so difficult to manage. Mind your steps, the way you sit, and why don’t they have pockets? Where do arms and hands go?! She treasures comfortable and handy clothes. A girl’s best friend? Her oversized hoodie, with large pockets to warm her freezing fingers and hide all the little necessities to survive a day in this harsh environment called city. Such as pens, lip gloss, hankies, and enough coins for a large cup of coffee with extra whipped cream. She loves her converters; no you can never be too old for them! Favorable paired with her dungarees, as those were not just super comfortable but also have a lot of pockets to carry more stuff around. Stuff like brushes, or a gouge, and of course old fabric which always comes in handy. But those are pants she hasn’t been able to wear in a while, not since she is married, and her mother-in-law says there is no need for pregnant trousers - if you aren’t pregnant.

However, this evening is in every way extraordinary to her. She allows herself to take the leftovers of the expensive bathing oil; she has even lit some of Nichkhun’s essential candles and soaks extra-long in the soothing hot water. While she thinks to know that this evening would determine her future, she couldn’t even fathom the events that will be set on roll. If hell is about to set loose she will at least look her best, she thinks. Hence she wears one of the pretty dresses her mother-in-law has once bought her, probably a wedding gift to wear on her honeymoon, but she couldn’t really recall. But they were meant to be worn at fancy dinners, and that’s exactly the purpose she is after today. Dress to impress, she reminds herself as she barely can recognize the woman that stares back at her own reflection. Not the red lip color though, as lipstick is one of her few very female guilty pleasures she indeed already has had and doesn’t need to force herself into. Daring cherry red lips go very well with crimson red converters!
She is, of course, familiar with doing makeup and making herself look pretty, she is a woman, after all. She just isn’t very skilled or extraordinary good in it. Also, she feels out of place in a luxurious dress and especially the shoes the etiquette requires her to wear.
But in the end, it will be worth it, right? She reassures herself as she becomes aware of the fact that she is biting her lips. Again. Unconsciously testing the longevity of the color. Teeth? No stains, check! Well indeed waterproof it seems.
It’s a new annoying habit she has pi