You woke up early the next day, because it was prom. Your mom had booked a hairstylist, make-up artist, manicurist and pedicurist all

because of the prom. Since the job was done at home, you changed into something appropriate and went down for breakfast. Everyone

was already at the breakfast table, but your mom wasn't.

" Where's -YAWN- umma? "

" She left to check on the preparations for prom back at Dae Jung. "

You nodded.

" Heejoon-ah, what time's the appointment? "

" Hairstylist comes at 1:30. Make-up artist comes at 4. Manicurist and pedicurist comes at 5. Oh, and mom booked for the both of us. "

" Ara. Since it's only 7:30, finish up your breakfast and let's go to relax at the spa before lunch at noon... "

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At 1:30 P.M

*Ding Dong*

" Duggusayo?! "

" It's me! Mrs Kim. The hairstylist that your mom booked! "

You went to the door to find a middle-aged woman standing there with her supplies and appliances.

" Annyeonghasayo. Kim Heejoon-imnida. Qri unnie! The hairstylist is here! "

Mrs Kim came inside and Qri came down.

" Oh?! Taeyeon-shii, why are you here. "

" Unnie. You know her? "

" Ne. She was once our senior back at Dae Jung. I was still in middle school when Taeyon unnie was a senior at Dae Jung.

At Dae Jung Academy's open house, she was one of the tour guides. But when I was enrolled into Dae Jung, Kevin asked me

to go to Seoul High. "

You nodded at the story.

" It's been a while since I'm here. Now, I work as a hairstylist, and the queen booked me for you and Heejoon. Kaja! Let's get

the both of you ready! "

The three of you made your way down to the spa where Taeyeon set her things down and started curling the ends of your hair.

Soon, when Taeyon was done, your hair turned from straight plain jane brown, to brown curly locks.

" Heejoon-ah, I heard that you're dating Kevin. "

Her words made you flush. You nodded your head, as she got out her pins, hairspray and embellishments from her bag.

" You made a wise choice since he is the calmest out of them all. "

A smile was plastered onto your face. When she was done with your hair, it was already 2:30 P.M. You looked into the mirror and

admired your hairstyle: