Four, not the fictional character but the number. Sandara got home before four, barely ten minutes before the clock strikes to four and the guard by the front gate kept his mouth shut. As soon as she entered the large hall, everyone was busy preparing for the grand party, placing decorations there and cleaning dirty spots here. Bom, who was by the stairs, turned and saw her standing immobile by the front door. She stopped cleaning, and walked towards Dara, snatching an apron along the way.

“Do you want to help?” Bom asked, offering the apron with one stretched hand and whispered, “What did you see?”

Sandara shook her head, waking herself up from her reverie and grabbed the apron from Bom’s hand. She wears it on, and answers, “It was much worse than expected. I thought the company was on a bankrupt, that would be better but no. They started delivering drugs to different parts of South Korea.”

Sandara started to walk; Bom started to talk. She walked beside Sandara, ignoring the orders from the superior of the maids as she asks, “But why do your eyes tell a different story? Something happened other than that, does it?”

“Let’s not talk about this in here. Let’s talk about this at my room.” Sandara answered, gritting her teeth and sharply turned at Bom, saying, “Please.”

Bom raised both of her palms, and replied, “Fine. No need to get crabby. Sheesh.”

Sandara tore the apron off her body, and tossed it to someone she didn’t bother to know. Everyone stepped aside to give her way while Bom just followed her lead. It was a long way towards Sandara’s room, but she walked very fast that they arrived at the top floor of the house, where her room was located, in just merely two minutes than the usual record of five minutes. Sandara quickly dumped her body on the bed, and so Bom was the one who closed the door.

“Okay, Dara tell me, what happened?” Bom pressed, her arms crossed on her chest. Sandara rolled her body to the front, blew the stray of hair covering her face and answered, “It was a long story, Bom. Like a fairy tale that once I watch when I was twelve or the mangas I read up to now. It was like that.”

Sandara raised her arms up in the air, crumpling her hands into two tight fists as she said, “I saved two celebrities from getting theft. I saw the company dealing not only food but also drugs. I talked to an old man who was broken-hearted and also a fortune teller. I learned too much this day that I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s why you had that kind of look in your eyes.” Bom teasingly said, and smiled. “You met a boy!”

“Keep it down!” Sandara snapped, turning rapidly at Bom with a glare on her face. The latter only replied with a peace sign gesture, and moved her index and thumb across her lip, zipping .

Sandara’s facial features softened, and she said, “He’s good, nice and has these charming eye smile.”

“No, not that person. The other one. You said, they.” Bom smirked. “I knew the first person isn’t your type.”

“Well, he’s boastful, has an irritable ego and very ungrateful.” Sandara replied, frowning. “He could’ve been my type, if here were just nicer.”

“But you do like him. Your eyes tell me so, sparkling so bright like the stars at night.” Bom laughed, moving her palms from the middle of her forehead then across. Sandara smiled, and shrugged, saying, “Maybe, I do.”

“Well, at least we escalated.” Bom shrugged, and suddenly, her eyes lit up. She pointed at Dara, happily and ordered, “Wear your most beautiful dress; you’re going to the party, okay?”

“I’m not allowed.” Sandara whined, sitting up on the bed with her lips curled up into a pout.

“It’s a masquerade.” Bom assured, smiling widely. “So, you’re hidden.”