The girl stood in front of an oval mirror staring at herself with a confused gaze in her eyes. She stare blankly at herself, what was she doing here? Wearing a wedding dress?

She wanted to run away, she wanted to forget everything and hide but her feet wouldn't move. She couldn't move. The hospital...her mother, Jiyong...his betrayal...JiEun...she was doing this for her. She's wearing a wedding dress...because she had agreed to marry Jiyong.

She agreed to marry Kwon Jiyong for her daughter. For JiEun, Dara. You are doing this for your daughter. She tried to smile but felt frozen, her lips were sealed tight together like glue.

I can't do this....maybe I'm dreaming! Dara thought, she was suddenly panicking. She could feel the beating of her heart loudly, beating frantically. I can't! I can’t' do this, this isn't real! Thump...Thump...Thump...her heart was racing, in fear? Anxiety? Confusion...it was an onslaught of emotions. Calm down, calm down...she pressed her hand to her heart. She glanced at the window and wondered if it was too late to escape.

Dara was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Dara? Are you ready? It's time...are you okay?" Bom asked worriedly.

She waited for Dara to open the door. No answer. The door was still locked.

"Dara? Let me in." Bom turned the door knob waiting for her friend to open the door.

What am I doing? What am I doing? She asked herself over and over as if the answer would show itself if she keeps asking. The girl opened the window and paused when she saw guests walking towards the Kwon's garden.

"Dara?!" Bom called loudly her voice filled with anxiety.

"Bom....give me a few more minutes, I'll be out in a few minutes." She answered, she felt her voice cracked and grimaced.

It's really happening! I'm not dreaming! She pinched her arm hard and jumped in surprise. No, it's not a dream.

Today...is her wedding day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was still raining. Dara sighed and rushed out of the hospital. She walked absentmindedly down the street replaying her conversation with her mother. She ignored the rain and was oblivious to the fact that she was shivering from the cold.

Dara sat down on the bench and waited for the bus. Still shivering she glanced at her wrist watch and realized she spent the whole night with her mother and it was already early in the morning. Yawning she covered and briefly scanned the street before closing her eyes. She was tired. So tired…

She was sleeping. The young man frowned at the girl. Her head was tilted against the pole and her hands crossed protectively across her chest snoring softly. He was amazed she could sleep at a time like this. In public, vulnerable to attackers, with the heavy rain, she was still able to sleep. Jiyong sat next to her and touched her face softly. He laid his head on her belly and grinned excitedly when he felt JiEun turned her body.

“Hi JiEun it’s me your Appa. I’m sorry you were soaked in the rain. I’m sorry too, I was not very nice to your mom, I promise to be good to you and mommy.”

The baby kicked gently as if answering her father. Jiyong patted the girl’s belly and whispered,

“Thanks for understanding.”

He took off his jacket and covered Dara. Very gently he lifted her in his arms and carried her to his car.

~~~

Dara opened her eyes to a sunny room and warm blankets. She was lying on her own bed in dry clothing. Jiyong was sitting in a chair next to her bed, his eyes closed. He was snoring softly, his hair covering his eyes. Dara felt something in one of her hand and saw that it was Jiyong’s han