This wasn’t Sooyoung’s fairy tale no matter how in her eyes, Siwon had always been Prince Charming.

But Siwon had a Cinderella, and it wasn’t her. Instead, it was that goddess-like woman that he was slowly leading to the center to the dance floor so he could dance with her.

It was painful. It really was. But Sooyoung had no intentions of being a modern-day version of the wicked stepsisters in Cinderella’s fairy tale. She was happy for them. She really was. Though it hurt, she was going to it up because she’d be damned if she’d become anything but a good friend to them both. And so as Siwon twirled Tiffany around the dance floor with matching goofy yet elated smiles on their faces, Sooyoung tried to smile, reminding herself that there was a chocolate fondue somewhere in that ballroom that her name on it.

But facades had always been hard to keep and so when hers began to break, she retreated to the safety of the balcony of the ballroom.

Yet, she wasn’t alone.