[SULLI'S POV]

"WHAT?!!"   Krystal screamed at the top of her  lungs with her oh-so-shock-but-cute face. I tried not to laugh on at her face as the situation really did not required for it.    "Kay gurll, Chill kay chill! I'll try and explain you every single detail of what had exactly happened but don't you dare to reveal this to a single soul because if you do, I swear to dear god I am going to kill you with my own ing bare hands!"   I tried my best to whisper as i hate unnecessary attention, but I ended up shouting. All eyes were on us, I glared at them, Krystal also gave them a judging look as everyone looked away.   She diverted her attention to me again, she nodded as I explained to her about the arranged marriage and everything. To be honest, I felt like a huge burden had been removed from my shoulders after I told her, I felt so much better.    "Gurl, you ought not to be joking with me cause, bish, today ain't no April Fools, and it is certainly not April!"    she bursted out laughing with a splash of unbelieavability in her tone. She didn't believe me. I glared at her with a y look plastered on my face cause this was clearly not a matter than I would joke with. I continued to glare at her to give her a sign that I wasn't joking around as she continued laughing. Soon, she realized that I wasn't foolishly fooling around. She look at me, astonishment was clearly written on her face.   "Oh my gosh, Choi Sulli. You better  not be ing around with me."    Krystal said quietly. I did not reply as I sent her another glare. I rolled my eyes as it diverted its attention to the cafe wall. It rested on a certain white clock that was hung neatly on the wall. My eyes widened when I saw the clock's two detailed hands rested on the numbers of 5 and 8.    I am so going to be late and my father is certainly going to kill me, no sarcasm intended. I swear I'm gonna be in really be late like I had to do my make-up, choose what I was going to wear, oh gosh! Wasting no more time, I stood up from my seat and said to Krystal.    "I have some sort of event I gotta attend, can't be late! Bye bae, gotta go, Love you!"   I bid goodbye to my startled bestfriend as I dashed out of the cafe and went to my car.   It was 5:57 P.M when I reached home.    'Thank goodness there was no traffic.'    I thought to myself as I got out of my car and went inside my house. I figured that there was clearly not enough time for my shower routine so I went inside my closet and grabbed a cropped maroon sweater which I got from forever21, a pastel yellow high-low skirt which I got from h&m, and matched it with my white floral hand purse from zara. I quickly changed into my clothes and grabbed my tosca makeup bag which had 'kiss+make up' imprinted on it that was laying on my bathroom sink.     'Yeah, I'll just do my make-up routine in the toilet of the in restaurant later.'    I muttered to myself as I grabbed my car keys, grabbed black heels, which were from aldo, from the shoe rack, locked the door, and went to my car.   I opened my car and started the engines. I put all my stuff on the empty seat beside me, put on my seatbelt and drove off. There was currently a red light, so I decided to take this opportunity and erased any makeup left on my face with my yes to 'cucumbers gentle milk cleanser' make up wipes, so I have easier access to apply make up later hence, not wasting any in time. I put my hair into a bun, which will allow it to have curls later cause there was certainly no curler or hair iron in sight. By the time the red light turned ti a green light, I had managed to remove all my make up in the nick of time and even managed to put on my laura mercier foundation primer and covergirl 'Ready, set, gorgeous!'.   After driving for a little while, I encountered traffic and deci