Joohyun POV:      "Joohyun, what are you doing so early?" My mother called from upstairs.      She was usually never here when I got back from school. My hands began to shake and my throat became dry as I tried to come up with something that she would believe.      "Um I wasn't feeling very well," I stuttered as I saw my mom emerge down the stairs in her business suit. "So I the teacher told me to go home early."      She walked up to me and held my head in her hands. She turned my head to the right and to the left. Then she took one hand and felt my forehead with the back of it.      "Well you do feel a little warm and your throat does sound a little sore." She replied. "Go upstairs to your bed. I'll have Ms. Kwon bring you up some green tea and some sweet potato soup. I'll tell her to bring you some aspirin as well."      I nodded and slowly made my way to my room. When I got to my room I changed out of uniform and into my pajamas. I got in bed, pulled out a book to read.     Mihyun POV (Joohyun's Mom):      My poor daughter feeling sick. This has never happened to her before. It must have been really bad if she felt she had to go home so early.       After my daughter went up stairs, I went to the kitchen. There, Mrs. Kwon was preparing dinner.       "Excuse me Mrs. Kwon." I called.      "What is it Ma'am?"      "Seohyun's feeling a little sick. Can you make her favorite?"      "Sweet potato soup and green tea?" She asked with a smile.      "Exactly."      I left the kitchen and headed upstairs to Seohyun's room to check on her.      When I opened her door she was lying on her bed reading. Once she saw I was in the room she looked up and smiled at me. I walked over to her bed and sat at the foot of it.      "Listen Joohyun, your father is going to be having people over for a dinner party. I'm hoping that you'll feel better by then. There are a few people that would really like to meet you." I said.      "I'll be there for dinner umma. I promise."      "That's good to hear," I said while smiling. "Now, Mrs. Kwon will be upstairs in a moment with your soup."      "Okay. Thanks umma."      I went to her closet and pulled out a short cream colored dress and a matching pair of heels with a a flower on the back.  As I was leaving the room I hung her dress on the back of the door.      "This is the dress you will be wearing. I'll tell you when to put it on."      I walked out of the room and headed to my room to get ready.      When I got there my husband was already in his dress pants and shirt. He turned to look at me.      "I heard Joohyun is feeling a little sick is she going to be well enough to attend the party?" Joon-suk asked.      "She said she will be there. She knows this is important." I replied in a reassuring tone.      "That's good. And have the caterers arrived yet?" He asked slightly frantic.      "No not yet," I said as I fixed his bow tie. "But don't worry they will be here any minute."      "How can I not worry? The dinner is in two hours and they aren't even here. They have to cook the food."      I held his face in my hands and forced him to look at me.      "Listen to me Joon-Suk," I said in a firm tone. "I assure you I hired the best caterers in the business. Besides Mrs. Kwon and the rest of the kitchen staff are already in there starting on a few of the dishes so that ways there's not so much to do when the caterers get here. And if it makes you feel better I'll supervise the whole thing to make sure they do it right."      He sighed before nodding. "Ok."      "Good now finish getting ready."      I walked away and headed to my closet. There I pulled out a white billowy shirt, a tan pencil skirt, and a tan suede heels. I went to my jewelry box and got a necklace, a pair of rose earrings, and a chocolate diamond bracelet. I changed out of my clothes put the other ones on.       As I was putting on my jewelry the doorbell rang.      "Those must be the caterers," I said to no one in particular.      I headed downstairs while I put on my earrings.      When I opened the door a teenage boy was standing outside the door wearing a muscle shirt, ripped jeans, a pair of run down shoes, and a beanie. Behind was a black van. I assumed they were the catering company.      "Good, you're finally here," I said not giving him a chance to talk. "The kitchen is just down the hall to the left. Any equipment you have you can take through the back way."      "Oh," he said in shock. "I-I'm not a servant."      "You're not?"      "No Ma'am."      "Then who are you and what are you doing here?"      "I'm Oh Sehun, Joohyun's friend. She left her backpack in our van and I came to give it to her." He said, holding up her backpack.      "How do you know my daughter?"      "We're in the same class," he explained.      "I see."      He stood there awkwardly before holding out the bag.      "Here you go miss."      I took the bag from him.      "Thank you young man. I'll be sur