After dinner, the boys decided to sleep already so they could wake up early tomorrow for practice before auditioning once again to YGE. Sandara decided to think alone, and was left in the living room while they went inside their corresponding bedrooms. She paced around with her arms crossed on her chest, sighing constantly and bowing her head frequently. Then, her feet bumped the bag the boys stole from one of the artists.

Sandara picked the bag up, which ridiculously looked familiar to her, the color and the leather just gives her this familiar effect. She opened the bag and saw materials she only saw in her stepmother’s studio inside the house. There were oversized headphones that were too big for her face, a recorder, five black disks, a notepad, a wallet and an expensive cell phone that she couldn’t figure what unit it was. She grabbed the cell phone amidst of all the more interesting things she could examine like the notepad, and pressed the only button it has. The screen fired up, and she saw a familiar face at the wallpaper.

Sandara examined the phone further, and saw the face of a yellow cartoon character at the back of the phone. She knew it was the casing, because it was foamy and unlike for a phone to have that design at every unit they release. Then, she pressed the button again and stared at the girl at the wallpaper.

She was wearing the same dress Sandara wore to the masquerade ball, and not only the dress but also the way the hair was fixed, the mask, and the old pendant around her neck. Sandara’s forehead creased, and when it had dawned in her slow and stupid mind who the girl was, she dropped the phone into the bag.

Of course, it was her.

Sandara blushed. Someone just took a stolen picture of her. She felt flattered, and at the same time nervous. She didn’t even know if nervous was the word since all she felt that time was that her heart wanted to escape from her ribs and her stomach kept on rumbling even though she was full.

She shook her head, and looked at the tag at the back of the bag. Her eyes loomed, and she felt herself blush to the sudden revelation of everything.

The owner of the bag was Kwon Jiyong.

Sandara felt things running in her head, things that may be planned and one of them was how to deal with Kwon Jiyong with what she found out. Of course, she couldn’t be too full of herself because there are other different reasons why he made her his wallpaper or why he even took the picture. The reasons came to hundreds and thousands and only Kwon Jiyong himself knows the truth.

But Sandara has bigger plans for tomorrow, not for her but for the boys. They couldn’t be accepted with just one audition but with the help of the bag, they could.