Joy was nervous. The last time she felt this nervous, as far as she could remember, was the first time she walked in the runway.

Her hands felt clammy and she was sure she was sweating badly despite the air conditioner in the venue. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she badly wanted to rip her dress off and run away.

Calm down, Sooyoung. Inhale. Exhale. It’s too late to back out now. Get your together!

“Miss Park?” the organizer—a beta, Joy realized—called out, a bright smile in her face that would have irked Joy if she weren’t so nervous. “Please get ready.”

Oh god.

Joy stepped closer towards the massive, wooden doors, her dress gliding smoothly along the marble floor. She clutched on the wedding bouquet tightly as she struggled to keep her breathing. None of the techniques she learned over the years of modeling worked. It felt a hundred—no, a thousand times worse than facing the runway.

I can’t do this, she thought, panic rising faster in . I’ll just get more jobs. I’ll sell myself. Oh my—

“Miss Park, now.”

Holy fu—

The door opened and all heads turned towards her. The flashes of the cameras almost blinded her. Ooh’s and whispers filled the room, making her ears deaf to everything aside from the clicks of the cameras and the pulse in her ears. The intense stares made her freeze on her steps, feeling her heels turn into shackles with that heavy metal ball. If she didn’t feel lik