Your P.O.V

Today is the day. The day that I will enter a hellable life. Gosh, why do I have to marry that jerk?! But, we will get divorced in 8 freaking months. Such a long time. Aigoo~~ 

" Mirae, are you awake?" Eomma knocked the door.

" Yes I am. Come in." I replied as I sit up on my bed.

Eomma came in and smiled. Gosh, why is she sooooo pretty??!! 

" Morning~" Eomma greeted.

" Morning." I said lazily. I know eomma is just too excited.

" Hey, get your lazy off of the bed and go shower. Ppalli. The stylist will get here in another 30 minutes." Eomma stated and hit my . Not to forget, HARDLY.

" OUCH!!!! What was that?!" I accidentally shouted.

" Don't shout at the older. Now, ppalli go and shower." She said sternly and left the room.

I sighed heavily and went into the bathroom. After 20 minutes of showering, I went out with a bathrobe covering my body. I quicky wear my undergarments and a simple outfit. I sat on my bed and played with phone. 

Soon after, someone knocked the door.

" Come in." I said.

3 women or should I say stylists walked in while holding make up and stuffs. 

" Oh, are you the stylists?" I asked paboly(Is that even a word? LOL).

" Yes we are honey." One of them replied kindly.

" Uhm, okay. Now, what are we gonna do?" That's the most stupid question I ever asked. Of course they are gonna style me up.

" For your information, the ' Stylist' name is given to us because our job is to style people. Get it?" The other stylist said sarcastically.

" Rude." I mumbled slowly as I rolled my eyes annoyingly.

" Pardon?" She asked.

" Uh nothing." I smiled fakely.

" Let's start, shall we?" The earlier one broke the intense.

" Uhm okay." I answered shortly as I stood up and sat on a chair.

" Firstly, we are gonna make you up." The kind one stated.

" Before that, can you guys introduce yourself?" I asked.

" Sure honey."

" I am Jung Eunji the eldest. This is Lee Hyerin. And lastly, this is Park Minhyeon." Eunji int