For the past two hours as soon as I was seated, various foods had been stuffed into my mouth, starting from raspberries pastries, apple pies (don’t get me wrong, the pie was a win), and cream-filled donuts drizzled with chocolate and more berries of different kinds.

Surprisingly enough, none of it got on the poofy pink dress Yoona made me wear.

“We’re going to miss you, Rika,” Hyoyeon announced, casting sadness all around. Till Sunny piped in.

“No gloom!” she whined. “This is a moment to appreciate the best things in life.” And she grabbed another pie from Sooyoung before the girl could take a bite.

Despite having to wear the fluffy dress in public, I was happy. And I realized I was actually going to miss those eight gorgeous girls more than they were going to miss me.

Although the dress did made me look like I was about to step on a runway…luckily I had a spare of casual clothes in my bag.

We were done with the buffet and were walking down the street when I got a text.

“Who is it?” Jessica seemed to be the most curious out of all the nine.

I slipped the phone back inside my bag.

“It’s Krystal,” I told them. “I gotta go.”

“So soon?” asked Taeyeon.

I looked up at them. “I’ll be back at the dorms soon, okay?” With smiles, they took off. Before Jessica could leave with them, I yanked her arm and linked it with mine, and she yelped. “You’re coming with me.”

“Yah,” she said as we walked down the street, me looking around with wild eyes. “Where are we going? Why am I dragged along? What does Krystal want?”

“I don’t know, but whatever she and Sehun plan wouldn’t be good to face alone.”

“Sehun? Plan? What the heck are you going about, Riki?” she asked, and she managed to free herself from me. “And what on earth are you looking for?”

“A bathroom,” I answered, and then I whined. “And don’t call me Riki. You know I hate that nickname. It makes me sound like such a boy.” I pouted. It had been years since I was called that.

Finally, I spotted a public bathroom stall and went for it.

“Be right back,” I said.

“Erika,” she whined, hurrying to catch up.

Once in the stall, I changed as quickly as I could into my casual clothes. From chic, I was immediately transformed. When I got out, Jess