Horvejkul Mansion, Apgujong-dong, Seoul

Nichkhun’s appa, Nichan is sitting at the table, waiting for his son to come home and finally he came home

“Where the hell are you going yesterday?” Nichan ask furiously “hotel” Nichkhun replied simply and Nichan sighed, “Sit here” Nichkhun then sit while looked at his father lazily “wae?” Nichan looked at his eyes very seriously “please, just look for a wife, 3 months, my life is ended”

Nichkhun looked at his father shocked, “mworago appa?” he stuttered “I has a lung cancer, so I need you to inherit my business, please just look for a wife, take that as my final wishes”

Nichkhun close his room door and sit at his bed while take his picture with his appa and then he remembered

“Appa, where is eomma?” a 3 years old Nichkhun ask his father

“She’s in the heaven, Nichkhun-a” His father smiled

“Is heaven a beautiful place?”

“Of course, it has your eomma there”

“Jeongmal appa?”

His father then patted his son’s head and nodded

“Jeongmal”

A warm water come against his cheek, he touched it ‘what is this? Tear?” he thought, he has to marry someone, even if it’s not Victoria, for his father, for his dying father, he has too…

Tiffany’s room

She touches the pink Hermes diary, the book that recorded all of her imagination, and started to open it. Funny, how she imagined a lot, about a prince in a white horse, propose to her and soar the world together, like Cinderella in her glass slipper, like Aurora who’s awake from a kiss, like Belle who changed the beast become prince from her tears. Prince? She watch her prince forcedly taken away from her, no more Snow White, no more fairy tale, just a horror movie

Tears, again rolling