Phew. 

'You can do this Dara.' She whispers as she scans herself in the mirror. 

She went through her walk-in closet. Pondering what people usually wear when they go clubbing. 

Ottokae, ottokae. 

She frowns at the long array of designer clothes, bags and shoes scathing her eyes. Ironic she has them all when she absolutely hates wearing anything flimsy or fashionable.

This is where you insert Hanbyul unnie. 

Her unnie shops for her, but she never gets to wear any of them. It was even her unnie who insisted on this walk in closet.

How can she have all this junk? This much space could fill up an entire truck of her books.

Maybe tonight these clothes will finally be put to use. 

 

'Hmn. Let's take a look then.' She bravely enters the foreign room and grabbed some dresses.

"Gucci silk dress with python collar? Dolce & Gabbana? Valentino Floral Jacquard dress?" She giggles. There were tiny sticknotes on each of them.

God, how her unnie has time to even label them will forever be a msytery. 

There's just too many clothes here. Her head throbs painfully just by the sight of them. Can't she just throw in a pair of jeans and sneakers? 

Ani. 

'Clroo will kill me.'

She's the one who decided to go clubbing and invited the girls, the least she can do is to look the part, right? 

Okay, just for tonight she won't be the prim and proper girl her appa always imposes she has to be.

Tonight she will feel free. 

Yes. Be wild. Be free. 

 

 

Oh! Oh! She remembers the gift her unnie gave her for Christmas. 

She took the box out, glad she still recalls where she kept it. 

Opening it, she laughs seeing another label note from her unnie. 

Reading the label, "Dee this is an Alexander Mcqueen ankle cuff pumps..and..erm..a Balmain embellished suede dress.." She dropped the note aside and fetched out the overly expensive items. 

Dara almost fainted. 

"This is a freaking 5-inch shoes! I may as well just kill myself! And this dress, oh my god, oh my god!"

They're ridiculously BLACK. 

Okay, impeccably black. But..but she has never worn anything black in her whole life. 

Or anything as skimpy as the sweetheart bodice dress in her hand. 

This was a crazy idea. Oh zeus.

 

Running out of time, she decided she'd be wearing the dress. 

She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. 

After putting on the dress along with the shoes, she walked in front of the mirror. 

GOD. 

'Is that.. ME??'

That girl can't be her. She's staring at a totally different girl.

Surprisingly, the dress hugged her body to perfection. She has never seen herself this way before. 

WOW. 

Her unnie is a real genius. 

Contrary to her fear, the dress looked divine on her, not too y but flirty. It fell about five inches above her knees. And the shoes made her legs look longer. 

She never thought she could look hot. Clothes are magical, indeed. 

If her unnie was here, she's sure the girl will be in tears. 

'Unnie would be proud..' She smiles.

 

She moves to her hair but since she has never done this before, she just let it loose from the ponytail and finger-combed it through. She put on a bit of make up as well.

That's the best she could come up with. 

Once done, she took one last look at herself and couldn't help smiling. She looks immaculate. 

 

She hailed a cab and finds herself outside Space Ibiza. The air is crisp and cold, and Dara is glad she brought her Saint Laurent moss green trench coat. 

  Soon she finds her friends on the left side of the entrance. They were dramatically fainting and cheering upon seeing her. She can't help but laugh at her friends' silliness.   "Omo!!!! WHO ARE YOU?!" Bommie violently shakes her.    "And what did you to do my unnie???" Mingkki chaffs.    "Aigoo, you guys, stop it. I just felt like dressing up." Dara laughs along.    Chae cheered in, "Guess we gotta thank whoever made you upset for this major transformation."    Dara looked away.    "But we're not here for that, though we know its your dad again. Let's not get into details." Chae says." Its time you have some fun. Shall we go in?" Dragging her to the entrance, she spotted about a hundred people stamping the cold away and waiting in line to get in.      They swiftly get in line and Dara glares at the men standing nearby as they make no attempt to hide their obvious interest to her and her friends.    When they finally reached the door, the guy asked her for an identification card to which Dara was mortified. The bulky guy just waved her friends straight in but he's asking for her i.d.?    Like seriously?   She can't believe it! She's twenty-five for heaven's sake!    "Hrmph. Hard to believe you're already 25." He gives her a long look. The kind of look like he knows he's right but can't lay a finger on why.   Dara's confused as to whether that should annoy or flatter her, "What am I to do about that? Enlighten me." She snides.   After glaring for like five minutes more at her i.d., he hands it back to her with narrowed eyes and steps aside to let her in.    Damn.    As they rush inside, Dara rubs her eyes and blinks rapidly. This is what glaring down at your laptop for about eight hours a day does. Add up the fact that the cold wind dried her eyes more now that she's wearing contacts. She regrets ditching her eyeglasses and wished she could've at least brought it.    The place is bathed in darkness lit by only neon lights flashing like lightning and she has to squint through. The people and the smell of sweat, perfume and alcohol is just too overwhelming.    Bommie grabs her hand tighter and eagerly pulls her into the crowd where smoke gently sneaks across. They excused their way to the middle and Dara felt constricted to breathe. She has never been to a club and she wants to go home already but she doesn't have the heart to tell them since it was her who dragged them here.    Her gaze fell on Bommie, who seems frozen in place.   "Oh gosh." Bommie clamps .    "Ya! What's wrong?" Chae shouts. "You okay?"    "The most sought-after bachelors of New York are here! That's Top! Oh my Kwon Jiyong must be here somewhere!" Bommie half-whispers at them.    'Oh brother, not again!'    Trust her friends to obsess and fangirl ANYWHERE.    "I feel like hyperventilating! Isn't that Dong Youngbae? And Kang Daesung? What are Korea's most notorious rakes doing here in manhattan?" Bommie continues to blubber, to which Mingkki giggled.    "But unnie, even when you add them all up, they won't equal to Kwon Jiyong, would they?" Mingkki suggests and Chae quickly smother Mingkki's mouth with her hands.    "Hush! They're looking here! What if they can hear us?! They're all equally drop-dead gorgeous, okay?!"   Dara's convinced she's friends with loonies.    "Chae I can't even hear my heartbeat here, how so can they?" She laughs, thinking how adorable can her friends be. "You all talk as though they're Zeus' gift to women."    The three girls simultaneously turn their hand and said, "Oh, but they are."    Oh my god they lost it.    They've gone whackos. Aigoo.    "If it will make you happy, go say hi to them, who knows they might even glance at you." She nudges.    As though hypnotized by some sort, her friends start walking again but this time, in the direction where Bommie was pointing the rakes are at.    Uh-oh.    "Ya! I didn't mean what I said!" She tried to grab Chae's hand but the girl won't budge.    Stupid stupid guys!!!!! Gaaaaah~    She was about to smack them in the heads but stopped midway when she saw one of the allegedly pantywrecker guys.    That's....that's one of the guys she saw at GD's place!  Sh