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“Are you really going to wear that to her wedding?” Hyoyeon scoffed as I slipped into my knee length black dress with the sweetheart neckline.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked, casting an eye at my reflection in the mirror.

“You’ve had months to figure out what you were wearing and you choose this? It’s a wedding, Yuri, not a funeral!” Hyoyeon exclaimed, “Happy colour honey. Bright ones.”

I looked lost. I had come back from covering a story in Switzerland to find out that one of my closest friends, Tiffany, was engaged and set to be married to her long time love Taeyeon in three weeks. My job as a journalist kept me going all day, all week. I barely had time to shop for a dress and I had not found anything suitable. Of course, Hyoyeon blamed it on my lack of interest in dresses. I really did not like them. They were so confining and tedious.

“As your friend,” Hyoyeon began going to my closet and pawing through my clothes, “And Tiffany’s friend, I cannot let you leave this room looking like that.” She gestured at my sombre appearance.

“Why not?” I whined, knowing I was being difficult. I had not wanted to go to a wedding. I was only going because Tiffany was a long-standing friend of mine.

Hyoyeon glared at me, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Kwon. Either way, you will not go looking like that.”

Sometimes, I thought, as I let the dress fall to the floor around me, Hyoyeon really scared me. As I undid the string of pearls around my neck, Hyoyeon pulled out a purple strapless dress, simple but elegant. I slipped into it and turned around to have her zip it up.

“Perfect,” she said when I turned back around. I had to agree with her, the dress hugged all my curves without being too overdone.

“I guess this could work,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Admit it, you prefer this,” Hyoyeon replied grinning at me.

“I do. Now you get dressed! Else we’ll be late and the bride will kill us,” I responded, sitting down to put on my heels, “We have an hour to reach and check in with Tiff before the ceremony. “

Hyoyeon nodded and pulled out her deep blue, knee length dress. She picked up her matching clutch from the table and grabbed her keys. “Let’s go.”

I check my reflection once more then followed her to the car.

“She’s the first of our college trio to tie the knot,” I commented.

“Who’ll be next?” Hyoyeon said raising an eyebrow at me.

“You have Jessica and I have… no one right now,” I replied, pouting a little, “Will you ask her to marry you or is she going to ask you?”

Hyoyeon giggled, “Jess ask me. That Barbie.” The words were laced with affection.

Jessica and Hyoyeon were as opposite as the day sky to the night, but just as in both there were the moon and stars; there were things that kept them together. I guess the differences made it all the more exciting.

“we’ve talked about it,” she continued, pulling me out of my reverie, “But we both agreed that we want our careers to be a bit more stable before we make it permanent. She