“I don’t want to be an Elizabeth Taylor,” she muttered.

“And that means?” Seulgi pressed lightly. Lost with that random vague celebrity reference. 

“She married eight times. If I made a mistake in getting married once, then how many times before…” she trailed off. Genuine fear throbbing through her eyes as she looked at her best friend for help. Her eyebrows pinching up.

It was in moments like these that Seulgi forgets to breathe.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Seulgi cleared . Shoving down again her feelings for her friend. “You’re Irene. Sure you’re not perfect, but one of the amazing traits you have is that you learn from your mistakes. Should you happen to get married next time, I'm sure it'll be worth all the troubles."

Irene sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. Her eyes falling again to the papers.

“How can you be so confident that would happen?” she asked. Doubt lacing her voice in a web of uncertainty.

“Because I know you.” Seulgi shot her an encouraging smile. “You’re not one to make the same mistake twice."

“And if I do?”

“Impossible.” Seulgi scoffed while waving her hand. “This one simply didn't work out, alright? It happens but this chapter of unhappy marriage is over. You'd have your moments with someone else on the next chapters.”

Irene smiled timidly. “I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it,” she gleamed.

Seulgi opened to say something stupid when a pleasant little ‘ding’ met her ears, followed by the trodding footsteps of a couple peering around her bakery. Their eyes hungry and their noses picking up the fresh warm smell of sweet icing glazed donuts and warm risen bread.

“Gotta get back to work,” she gave her an eye winning smile. “Tell me if you need anything else, and I’ll be over here in a heartbeat.”

“Of course. You’re the best, Seulgi-yah!"

Seulgi smiled but she couldn't help but muse, 'Right. “The Best” who isn’t even seem enough to walk you down the aisle.'