Matchmaking mamas are united in their glee— Park Chanyeol has returned from Jeju! For those gentle (and ignorant) readers who are new to town this year, Chanyeol is third in the legendary string of eight Park siblings (hence the name Chanyeol, beginning with C; in the middle of Baekhyun and Chen, and precedes D.O, Kyuhyun, Sehun, Suho, and Xiumin).   Although Chanyeol holds no noble title and is unlikely ever to do so (he is seventh in line for the title of Viscount Park, behind the two sons of the current viscount, his elder brother Baekhyun) he is still considered one of the prime catches of the season, due to his fortune, his face, his form, and most of all, his charm.   It is difficult, however, to predict whether Chanyeol will succumb to matrimonial bliss this season; he is certainly of an age to marry (24), but he has never shown a decided interest in any lady of proper parentage, and to make matters even more complicated he has an appalling tendency to leave Seoul at the drop of a hat, bound fir some exotic destination.   Ms. Kim's Society Papers, 2 April 2017. "Look at this!" Jeon Hyul’s Mother, squealed.   "Park Chanyeol is back!" Hyul looked up from her needlework. Her mother was clutching the latest edition of Ms. Kim's Society Papers the way Hyul might clutch, say, a rope while hanging off a building. "I know," she murmured. Hyul’s Mother frowned. She hated when someone—anyone —was aware of gossip before she was.   "How did you get to Arirang Magazine before I did? I told Gyuri to set it aside for me and not to let anyone touch—"   "I didn't see it in Arirang Magazine," Hyul interrupted, before her mother went off to castigate the poor, beleaguered butler.   "Krystal told me. Yesterday afternoon. Chanyeol told her."   "Your sister spends a great deal of time over at the Chanyeol’s household."   "As do I," Hyul pointed out, wondering where this was leading.   Hyul’s Mother tapped her finger against the side of her chin, as she always did when she was plotting or scheming. "Park Chanyeol is of an age to be looking for a wife."   Hyul managed to blink just before her eyes bugged right out of her head. "Park Chanyeol is not going to marry Krystal!" Hyul’s Mother gave a little shrug.   "Stranger things have happened."   "Not that I've ever seen," Hyul muttered. "Chanyeol’s brother Baekhyung married that Nayeon girl, and she was even less popular than you."   That wasn't exactly true; Hyul rather thought they'd been on equally low rungs of the social ladder. But there seemed little point in telling this to her mother, who probably thought she'd complimented her third daughter by saying she'd not been the least popular girl that season.   Hyul felt her lips tightening. Her mother's "compliments" had a habit of landing rather like wasps.   "Do not think I mean to criticize," Hyul’s Mother said, suddenly all concern.   "In truth, I am glad for your spinsterhood. I am alone in this world save for my daughters, and it's comforting to know that one of you shall be able to care for me in my older years." Hyul had a vision of the future—the future as described by her mother—and she had a sudden urge to run out and marry the chimney sweep.   She'd long since resigned herself to a life of eternal spinsterhood, but somehow she'd always pictured herself off in her own neat little terrace house. Or maybe a snug cottage by the sea. But lately Hyul’s Mother had been peppering her conversations with references to her old age and how lucky she was that Hyul could care for her.   Hyul’s Mother was moderately wealthy in her own right; when her family had settled money on her as a dowry, one-fourth had been set aside for her own personal account. No, when Hyul’s Mother talked about being "cared for," she wasn't referring to money. What Hyul’s Mother wanted was a slave.   Hyul sighed. She was being overly harsh with her mother, if only in her own mind. She did that too often. Her