“Joohyun’s getting married in the morning, Seulgi,” Sooyoung half yells, half whispers at her from across their shared table. The ebony haired woman’s eyes are wide and wild with apprehension, shock etched in every wrinkle of her crinkled forehead.

         Seulgi does her best to give the younger woman no reaction at all. She merely lifts another piece of kimchi to her lips using her set of chopsticks. “It would seem so,” Seulgi replied smoothly, feigning nonchalance, despite her heart betrays the nervous energy beginning to jitter throughout her lean frame.

         The slightly older woman glances from left to right, ensuring that no one else seated near them was eavesdropping on their conversation. To her relief, everyone around them seems too engrossed in eating and catching up with their distant relatives to pay them any mind.

         The last thing Seulgi felt she needed at the moment was another reminder of Joohyun’s wedding. She and Sooyoung were a part of the multitude of people attending the dinner rehearsal, no less. But she felt as though she understood why Sooyoung was reacting the way she was now.

         Out of all of those within her and Joohyun’s wide range of mutual friends, Seulgi had always been the only one who could see the fabled red strings of fate, wrapped around each person’s pinky finger.

         To be endowed with such a gift was a rarity these days. Not many possessed the ability to see the strands that depicted destiny and dictated who people were to spend the rest of their life with, and if they did, they often kept it to themselves.

         The power Seulgi held was even more special because she could choose who people’s soulmates were. Seulgi could cut the cord of destiny, and knot it to someone else in an instant if she wanted.

         Seulgi could determine fate itself, almost as though she were playing the role of some kind of goddess.

         Now, however, it seemed Sooyoung had developed the same gift Seulgi had. Seulgi noticed the taller woman had nearly choked on her glass of Pinot Grigio earlier in the evening, though she hadn’t been sure why.

         In her point of view, there wasn’t anything worthy of sputtering and coughing up a storm. Seulgi had merely given Sooyoung an odd look before returning back to finishing the meal before her.

        She would learn later that that’s when Sooyoung noticed who Seulgi’s string led off to. Seated a mere few yards away were two of their best friends, Bae Joohyun and Son Seungwan, surrounded by their immediate family.

         The two brides to be were laughing and chatting merrily with their close relatives. Both of the young, impossibly beautiful women were practically radiating with joy, as they should be. Each of them were all teeth and smiles and giggles, effortlessly charming and welcoming.

         As Joohyun lifted up her half empty wine flute for a toast, the red string tied around her pinky wrapped around the stem of the glass. Both Sooyoung and Seulgi watched as the cord tugged at Seulgi’s own hand, resting peacefully atop the table. That’s when Sooyoung had nearly inhaled her drink down the wrong pipe.

         Furiously, the younger woman had broken out her phone and hastily tapped a discreet text out to the woman sitting across from her. Once Seulgi had picked up her own handheld device to read her message, Sooyoung watched the shorter woman become as white as a sheet.

         Seulgi stood abruptly, excusing herself to the ladies’ room, as per the younger woman’s texted request. After a few beats, Sooyoung hastily fol