The view perceived by a person on a higher level was always broader than one who had access to none. The mansion belonging to Mr. Kim Myungsoo was a two storey architecture located upon the hill, earning him a perspective that was far above the rest. From time to time, he would stand by the window of his private office, indulging in a scenerity that could bring solace upon a troubled heart.   Such was the heart of Woohyun as he stared out the window, his fingers rhythmically tapping the wooden sill as if playing the waltz. He watched carriages enter the property as guests exited the coach, each wearing their most expensive dresses, jewelries, and feathered hats to enthral a meretricious appearance.   “Do you suppose our guests shall appear?” Kim Sunggyu asked. Unlike the other, he was leaning against the desk, vacant of its usual occupant who had to entertain the guests. He took a cigar from his pocket, snatching a lighter to lit it up.   Woohyun watched the other blow a puff of smoke rings in front of him. “Are you doubting me, Sunggyu? You know there isn’t a person in town I can’t persuade,” he spoke proudly.   A chuckle appeared, and this time it came from the other side where Lee Sungyeol was seated at. “You musn’t forget, Woohyun was the one to seduced Mrs. Hwang into signing the contract for your latest business venture, Sunggyu.”   “You musn’t use the word ‘seduce,’ for it conjures me noxiously. I merely provided some lavish words she wished to hear, granting us a favorable outcome,” Woohyun corrected the other.   “Which is a notion you should be proud of. I owe half of my ventures to you.” Sunggyu raised the cigar between his fingers like a glass of wine.   “Your gratitude would be better received in the form of an increased share,” Woohyun suggested, smiling at the idea.   “Now, now. Greed is one of the deadly sins I do not wish you to be constricted to. You need to learn contentment,” Sunggyu said, exhaling smoke from his mouth. “However, if you manage to have the those two evacuate their house, I shall reconsider your proposal.”   Woohyun’s eyes lit up with interest. It was a strange desire he harbored in his heart. Money and fortune he had plenty of, and it wasn’t the commission he sought after. He was merely an investor, but Kim Sunggyu was infamous for his numerous properties and successful enterprises. If Woohyun harnessed greed, it was the greed to be acknowledgement as an accountable business partner—an equal to Sunggyu. To do so, he had to continue flattering their targets with sweet words to obtain advancement in his pursuits.   “Ah, speak of the devil,” he muttered, his eyes returning to the sight outside. He didn’t think his special guest would be able to acquire a coach for herself considering the destitute condition of the lower class, but she never ceased to surprise him in their short period of being acquainted.   He excused himself from his partners.   ***   The atmosphere at the main hall was a stark contrast to the gloomy scene in the office. Guests were dancing, a small orchestra was playing, and one single lady made her unbefitting entrance. At the simple everyday appearance of a working class woman, the festive chatterings and dancing came to a cessation. People ahbored their meanest glare to the newcomer.   “What the deuce is this hideous sight?”   Hyunmi had mentally prepared herself for the insults she would receive, and the whispers behind her back. But she had never come face to face with someone as blunt as the hostess of the party, Mrs. Kim Seulyi herself.   “Are you the new kitchen maid? The entrance is at the back,” the woman urged. The numerous golden bracelets on her wrist rattled against each other as she motioned for Hyunmi to disappear from her sight.   “You mistake me for one of your servants,” Hyunmi uttered with a tone of disbelief, not knowing whether the situation should’ve been frustrating or amusing to her.   Seulyi pressed her lips together, her big round eyes scanning the other’s appearance with a quick glance. There was nothing extraordinary about her, except for the outfit contrasting the pinafore worn by her other maids. The colors were duller and less chic, and the details of the embroidery seemed to be stitched together using sloppy handiworks of a male. Either way, it wasn’t a very flattering imagery, and she gnawed at the sight.   “Why else would you appear here?” Seulyi regained her voice when her own observation could not adhere to the strange occurrence. Her eyes of wonderment soon reflected a look of silent judgement, knowing the guest did not belong.   “She is with me.”   The two ladies looked sideways to see the appearance of Nam Woohyun, greeting them both with a charming smile plastered on his face.   Hyunmi had not prepared herself to see the handsome young man in a fiery red blazer that resembled the amorous color of a rose petal. He stood out among the others for his sleek visual, like the focal point of a colorful painting. For a single second, the thought of her stubbornness seemed foolish and utterly embarrassing. Guests were still halted from their dance, showing more interest in she who made a statement wearing her lower class outfit. She was still the odd one out; the dirt staining the same magnificent artwork Woohyun represented.   “Ah, is this the guest you have spoken off? My, Woohyun, your taste must have deteriorated as time passes. You could have chosen any woman for yourself, and yet, you chose the lowest of the lowest,” Seulyi continued to speak, shaking her head with disapproval.   Hyunmi was almost numbed to such treatments by now. Simply because she decided not to wear baby powder all over her face, paint her lips bloody red, or dress herself in an outfit that could feed a family for a week, she was again seen as the defect. The rich had no regard for the poor, setting clear boundaries between the social castes.   “You speak of high class women as if they are so admirable, however, I have yet to meet one who shows the merit of a proper woman in terms of speech and conduct.” Came Hyunmi’s snarky remark, hidden behind the sweet smile only the upper class ladies were supposed to possess.   None was certain whether Seulyi had grasped the content of the reply. She was known as the fairest lady in the entire town, thus deserving the title as the public judge’s wife. However, she was not one of the brightest one around. Unable to help her husband with his work, she became a persona who hosted parties and dinners from time to time; the ideal angel in the house image that embodied the perfect wife model.   “Suit yourself. I shall be kind and let you experience the wealthy lifestyle you can’t be graced with elsewhere. I do enjoy hosting parties, so I guarantee you will find enjoyment in your penurious life.”   Seulyi turned to Woohyun and curtsied before taking her leave. Of course, Hyunmi was completely disregarded for Seulyi had already judged her far too unworthy to bid any farewell to.   Before Hyunmi had the chance to open , a hearty chuckle escaped Woohyun’s lips. He watched her stare of confusion, not stopping until she settled into a cold glare. One glance at Hyunmi’s outfit, and one could discern the ridicule of the situation. By coming plainly as she was instead of trying to blend among the other guests, she was indirectly mocking both castes.   “Pardon me. I recall your intention to humor me, and you have indeed succeeded,” he said, his lips still traced with a hint of his laughter. “Though, on the contrary of your belief, I do find enjoyment in this situation, thus enabling me to be filled with merry laughter.”   Watching him had the strange hypnotic effect, and she almost found her lips mirroring his smile if she hadn’t stopped it in time. “Are you embarrassed by the appearance of your guest?” She asked, in the hope her diversion would lead to a different emotion.   “Nonsense! You may have