Prologue     "YAH! YOU BASTARD! I LEFT YOU FOR AN HOUR TO TRY MY WEDDING GOWN AND YOU DECIDE TO DO THE HUMPTY HUMP WITH THIS SALES LADY?!!"   Okay, hit pause and take a moment to shout as many curse words in every possible language you know at my ex-fiancé. And while we're still paused, I'll explain some things to clear this mess up.   You see, I was - using past tense now, because there's just no way in hell am I getting back with that poor excuse of a representative of the opposite - engaged to this guy I had known in college. He's what I always thought my Mr. Perfect would be. A dreamboat, as some would say. He could sweep you off your feet with that once-pleasing-in-my-eyes-grin.   Lee Minho was a sweet, -dropping, and two-faced as a manwhore that till now I believed was part of the five percent stick-to-one guys that was out there. He has that chocolate brown eyes that can hypnotize you, six pack abs that was hard as a rock, plus, a cute baby face.   Trust me girls, those things can be either the devil or an angel.   Minho had been my boyfriend of three years and a fiancé of two months. We got together  during my last year of college, and despite my friends' warnings, I had to go and be blinded. Looking back at it now, I feel disgusted with myself by how I threw their warnings aside. I was so delusional to even think that he would wait for an inexperienced, prick tease like me. The one who had this amazing moral that was forever etched in her.   Ugh, now go and hit play. I really want to get this over with.   The sales lady reddened and looked like a deer that got caught in head lights. Well, at least she had the decency to look ashamed and be embarrassed. Minho, on the other hand, had this smirk and relived look on. Like he had intended to get caught.   "Oh, thank goodness! Now I can stop pretending! Well, good night to you, Dara-ah. Just catch a cab home, okay? And if it isn't obvious enough, the wedding's off, but I paid for the dress already so you can keep that little piece of rag. Annyeong!" He picked his leather jacket off the lush cream colored couch and waved goodbye, the cheeky smirk plastered on his now devilish face.   I watched as his back disappear in my line of sight. I willed myself to run after him, to give him a piece of Sandara Park's limited edition freak wedding style, but my body could not move an inch. I was too paralyzed from the anger, shock, betrayal, and heartbreak he had caused.   The sales lady scuttled off. No matter how much I wanted to fire her and flip her over, I knew it was not her fault. The first drop of tear came as I fumbled through my phone. I immediately dialed my best friend "maid of honor", Park Bom.   "Dara! How's the dress fitting, huh?"   I took several steadying breaths, struggling to maintain my cool, I spoke through gritted teeth. "Bommie-ah! That ing bastard! I caught him kissing the sales lady!"   Bom screamed a string of colorful profanities in English, Russian, French, Japanese, Chinese, and Spanish. Well, being a translator has its perks. "Mianhe, Dara-ah, much as I want to be there for you right now,  but my Nana could not be left alone."   I sobbed quietly, knowing that the ninety-two year old grandmother of Bom needed more attention than I do. "It's okay, Bommie. I'll just hail a cab after a couple of drinks. Bye." I hung up before she could tell me off on drinking.   Still wearing the tulle and Victorian satin gown, I grabbed my purse and marched out Delights Bridal Shop. Just across the street is ROYAL's bar, I quickly headed in without having any second thoughts. The place is all cramped up, strobe lights flashing around