Joy lets the driver take the groceries from her hand. Goodness! She had never known how exhausting grocery shopping can be. She is now in the market-place near the Bae and Kim states. She is religiously avoiding even looking at the boundary of the Kim mansion. She just cannot dare to do it.

Her eyes sparkle in childlike wonder. Though she used this route to travel millions of time, she was not allowed to roam around and window-shop. It was not appropriate for a lady of her status to be seen in places like this. But she always wanted to actually visit the market place.

She is standing outside a 7/11. A middle aged man enters the store with a bunch of flowers, hidden behind him. She can see the man slowly creepying towards the woman at the checkout counter. She is pleasantly shocked seeing him. She jumps to hug him. It looks like they have forgotten the whole world. The feeling of being secured and satisfied in the arms of your beloved.

After a long hug, the lady begins to talk animatedly. The man says something which makes her flush like a young teenager and she slaps his arm playfully. He laughs loudly and tries to kiss her but she dodges it. She peeks outside and tells him something. He smiles lovingly at her and comes outside. He takes a narrow staircase to climb up to the 1st floor of the building. 

Joy cannot help but look longingly their exchange. Was not this her dream? As if it is being unfolded infront of her. Her reality always disappoints her.  She is jealous. Very jealous of this middle aged couple.

The lady seems to have noticed her for the first time and smiles awkwardly. Slowly her smile disappears into a frown. The next moment, Joy finds the lady standing infront of her with a worried face. She realizes that her eyes are flowing.

"Are you okay dear?" She places a hand on her shoulder and asks softly.

This simple question makes her break all the control on her emotions. There is such tenderness in her voice that Joy begins to cry loudly. The lady gets flabbergasted for a moment before she puts her arm around her shoulder and ushers her in the store. Luckily there is no one inside at that time.

"It's okay dear. Cry your heart out." She hugs her tightly.  

Joy cannot remember the last time someone hugged her so warmly.

After several minutes she stops. She is now shuddering and gasping. The lady gets her a bottle of water. "Drink this darling."

She gulps down the water and wipes her tears.

"You can use the washroom. It's on the left down that aisle." She points.

Joy slowly nods and follows her direction. The lady looks at her go. The young girl looks familiar. 

Joy comes back and thanks her in a broken voice which makes her wince.

"Is everything alright dear? I know I am a complete stranger but it seems you are going through a very difficult time. Is there any way I can help?" The lady slowly pats her shoulder. "Oh, I forgot! I am Lee Cheonsa. What is your name, dear?"

Joy quickly bows, "I am Park SooYoung. But everyone calls me Joy. I am so sorry to be such a bother and cause you trouble. Oh God! This is so embarrassing." 

Cheonsa smiles at the girl's sincerity and innocence. But there is something else present within her. Something she cannot point out. "Joy, why were you crying like that?" She asks frankly.

"Oh God! This is so embarrasing! I am so, so, so sorry! Actually I saw... I saw you and the man and I am so sorry I got emotional. Jealous..." She adds in a very low voice.

"Oh! Him! That is my husband. Hehehehe..." Cheonsa laughs shyly, "He loves surprising me."

"I am so happy for you. I don't know why I could not help." She lowers her eyes.

"Oh darling!! That is okay!! And I am sure there has to be a reason behind your reaction. " She notices Joy's left hand, "Are you married?"

The young woman looks at her hand and sighs sadly, "Yes."

"How long?" Cheonsa is sure it has to be something with her husband.

"Two weeks." She whispers.

"WHAT?! And you are here?! You had no honeymoon?! Sorry if I am too nosy." Cheonsa is worried if she has overstepped her boundaries.

Joy looks at the older woman carefully. She looks like she is in her forties. She has dark hair with some gray streaks here and there. She reflects an aura of authority and motherly care which provide a safe and warm vibe. Can she trust her? Should she reveal what has happened to her? She laughs at herself inwardly. As if it really matters now.

She is about to say something but is interrupted by the driver entering urgently in the store.

She has completely forgotten! She has to reach home before Namjoon.

"Agashi! Master Namjoon's home! His driver called! Please hurry!" He sounds afraid.

Joy gulps, "I am sorry but I've to go. Thank you so much for everything."

She is about to leave when the lady stops her. 

"Do you want to talk later?" The lady asks.

They exchange their contact number in a jiffy.

The car reaches the Bae state in less than a minute. The servants begin to unload the groceries and she is thankful that the dinner is ready.

She is utterly hopeless in the cooking department. She quickly helps them to lay the table. Aera ate her food in her own room.

Namjoon comes and have his dinner. She feels lucky that he has not said anything to or even looked at her. 

But as always, her assumption is wrong. 

A maid informs in a timid voice that she is being called to Mr. Kim's room after her dinner. 

Joy loses her appetite. She asks the maids to clean up after her and slowly walks to his bedroom.

She takes her time and knocks. They see each other everyday when she arranges everything for him in the morning or at dinner. But they do not exchange a single word. It is like she is invisible.

"Come in."

She takes a deep breathe and enters.

"Wow. Have worked on our manners, yeah? Good. You learnt how to knock." He smirks.

She does not want to look at him.

"So? Two weeks. How it has been? I heard from Joseph. You are a slow learner. Oh well, atleast you are doing something." He rolls his eyes,"Anyway, why were you late?"

She gulps slightly. She will not tell him what has happened, at least in details.

"I...I was talking to an Ajhumma and has lost the track of time." She is glad to not stammer. 

"Oh, you making friends? Nice. I bet your old friends stay away from you now. I called you here for something. There is a small party on Saturday. You are supposed to come with me, as my wife. Yes, it's a part of your duties. There will be like 20 to 25 people. I never go to parties but it is very important for my business. I don't have to tell you what to do."

"Dress code?" She asks softly.

"Semi-formal." He states, "You may can leave now."

She slowly walks out of the room. She notices the lights of Aera's room are still switched on. She frowns and enters to find the child sleeping with her things scatters everywhere. She puts them in their places and switches off the lights.