The maid almost dropped the vase she was wiping.

“That !” Lilly screamed as she waved the official invitation from the Song Estate, “she did it on purpose!!!” Lilly showed her agent the invitation, "How does she expect me to be ready by tomorrow?" 

“It’s beautiful.” Celine ran her fingers over the weighty paper, purple embossed, the official colour of the Song Estate. “This is class. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she eyed Lilly. Right now the model looked like a crazed woman, not the poised, graceful lady Lilly would need to be when she met Lee Jongin’s mother.

“I don’t care how beautiful you think it is. I will show her, just you wait Song Gaelin. I am going to marry your precious son and then I’ll ship you off to the old age home."